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 Mauritius and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Jawbox to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
48th St. Collective,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun Ra,
Lower 48,
The Tremeloes,
Carl Craig,
Masters at Work,
The United States of America,
Wally Richardson,
The Music Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Radiohead,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Style,
The Associates,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hasil Adkins,
Donald Byrd,
Cymande,
Jawbox,
UT,
Trumans Water,
London Community Gospel Choir,
H. Thieme,
Dave Gahan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crime,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ken Boothe,
Zapp,
The Monochrome Set,
Glenn Branca,
The Count Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joey Negro,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Pus,
Livin' Joy,
Albert Ayler,
Laurel Aitken,
Q65,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hardrive,
Dennis Brown,
Khruangbin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television,
Au Pairs,
Bill Near,
The Birthday Party,
The Litter,
Graham Central Station,
The Durutti Column,
The Wake,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vladislav Delay,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.