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 Egypt and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Barbara Tucker,
Sparks,
Theoretical Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lyres,
MDC,
The Real Kids,
Nas,
Clear Light,
Wire,
Cybotron,
Mission of Burma,
Toni Rubio,
Quando Quango,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gabor Szabo,
Pussy Galore,
a-ha,
Technova,
Yusef Lateef,
Alton Ellis,
the Sonics,
Underground Resistance,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gap Band,
The Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül,
Liliput,
Q and Not U,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camouflage,
Fatback Band,
Fluxion,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultimate Spinach,
F. McDonald,
Carl Craig,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Leaves,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scrapy,
Ronan,
Arthur Verocai,
Barclay James Harvest,
Khruangbin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra,
Deakin,
Jawbox,
The Fire Engines,
Stetsasonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Supertramp,
The Zeros,
Fela Kuti,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.