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 Maldives and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Big Daddy Kane to the funk 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Anthony Braxton,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Hood,
The Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blackbyrds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siglo XX,
Erykah Badu,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Monks,
Metal Thangz,
The Fortunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Schoolly D,
Joey Negro,
Morten Harket,
Rapeman,
Sandy B,
Tears for Fears,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Foxx,
Symarip,
The Selecter,
Panda Bear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
James White and The Blacks,
Eddi Front,
Rekid,
The Fire Engines,
Loose Ends,
Flash Fearless,
Flipper,
Buzzcocks,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hasil Adkins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Section 25,
Roxy Music,
Black Moon,
Maurizio,
Boogie Down Productions,
David Bowie,
The Sound,
Babytalk,
Organ,
Severed Heads,
Iggy Pop,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Axelrod,
Urselle,
Das Ding,
Vladislav Delay,
Warren Ellis,
The Martian,
The Saints,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.