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 Dominican Republic and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Average White Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Wolf Eyes,
Fat Boys,
John Lydon,
DJ Style,
The Music Machine,
Main Source,
Don Cherry,
Slave,
Sun City Girls,
Cybotron,
Goldenarms,
Rekid,
John Foxx,
R.M.O.,
The Happenings,
Grey Daturas,
Section 25,
Freddie Wadling,
Excepter,
Supertramp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
L. Decosne,
Aaron Thompson,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Can,
Von Mondo,
Ice-T,
The Index,
Newcleus,
Youth Brigade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mojo Men,
Harry Pussy,
Rakim,
Amazonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Zapp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Christie,
Stetsasonic,
The Slits,
X-102,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
Arthur Verocai,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Buckinghams,
The Young Rascals,
Loose Ends,
Marvin Gaye,
Sällskapet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.