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 the UAE and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Al Stewart to the rap 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Davy DMX,
The New Christs,
The Pop Group,
Freddie Wadling,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amon Düül II,
Thee Headcoats,
Saccharine Trust,
Crispy Ambulance,
Model 500,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rites of Spring,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wolf Eyes,
The Raincoats,
Easy Going,
Hoover,
L. Decosne,
Funky Four + One,
The Sonics,
Agitation Free,
Carl Craig,
Sound Behaviour,
New York Dolls,
The Buckinghams,
Sister Nancy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nirvana,
Robert Görl,
Marine Girls,
D'Angelo,
Cheater Slicks,
Letta Mbulu,
Stetsasonic,
The Divine Comedy,
John Foxx,
Donald Byrd,
Spandau Ballet,
48th St. Collective,
Subhumans,
Angry Samoans,
Joe Finger,
Sandy B,
Arthur Verocai,
The Residents,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zero Boys,
Lalann,
the Association,
B.T. Express,
Donny Hathaway,
The Vogues,
Monks,
June of 44,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cluster,
Mad Mike,
Todd Rundgren,
Joey Negro,
Kevin Saunderson,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.