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 Antigua 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Swans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hashim,
June of 44,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pussy Galore,
Tres Demented,
R.M.O.,
Moss Icon,
Camouflage,
Skarface,
Ultra Naté,
David Bowie,
John Holt,
Parry Music,
Grauzone,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fear,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
Alton Ellis,
the Normal,
Barrington Levy,
Tom Boy,
The Doors,
Dual Sessions,
Clear Light,
Au Pairs,
Gong,
The Count Five,
Patti Smith,
Negative Approach,
Brand Nubian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shoche,
Carl Craig,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sound Behaviour,
Curtis Mayfield,
Procol Harum,
Smog,
Grey Daturas,
X-101,
Trumans Water,
Make Up,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kurtis Blow,
Barbara Tucker,
Masters at Work,
Joey Negro,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Mills,
Alice Coltrane,
Skaos,
Mission of Burma,
Kerri Chandler,
Dennis Brown,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABBA,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.