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 Chad and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Desert Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
The Real Kids,
Todd Terry,
Sparks,
The Busters,
Lower 48,
Ronan,
Main Source,
The Litter,
Sarah Menescal,
U.S. Maple,
The Toasters,
Ultravox,
Blossom Toes,
Toni Rubio,
Negative Approach,
Henry Cow,
The Evens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Martian,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Görl,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wire,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lyres,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chris & Cosey,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mo-Dettes,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moody Blues,
Patti Smith,
The Sonics,
Roxy Music,
Jeff Lynne,
Unrelated Segments,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Sonics,
Funkadelic,
Aaron Thompson,
T.S.O.L.,
Interpol,
The Slackers,
Zapp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suicide,
The J.B.'s,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Leaves,
The Monochrome Set,
Bang On A Can,
Lungfish,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABBA,
John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.