Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Armenia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Yaz to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Donny Hathaway,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wally Richardson,
Eurythmics,
Rekid,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marine Girls,
Joey Negro,
Vainqueur,
Lightning Bolt,
Henry Cow,
Fad Gadget,
Magazine,
Sixth Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Absolute Body Control,
Gong,
The Birthday Party,
KRS-One,
Minny Pops,
Kenny Larkin,
The New Christs,
Byron Stingily,
The Misunderstood,
Section 25,
Sugar Minott,
John Holt,
Surgeon,
Eli Mardock,
Morten Harket,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June of 44,
The Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
Malaria!,
This Heat,
Arthur Verocai,
The Flesh Eaters,
Steve Hackett,
The Pretty Things,
Blancmange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Last Poets,
Bluetip,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Carl Craig,
Nirvana,
OOIOO,
the Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
Echospace,
Cybotron,
Dave Gahan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.