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 Sudan and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aaron Thompson to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Rekid,
John Foxx,
Blossom Toes,
B.T. Express,
Andrew Hill,
The Invisible,
Marvin Gaye,
The Durutti Column,
Fort Wilson Riot,
U.S. Maple,
Althea and Donna,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Slave,
Blake Baxter,
Fugazi,
The Fugs,
Ituana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yellowson,
Japan,
Skaos,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
kango's stein massive,
Peter and Kerry,
Susan Cadogan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sixth Finger,
Throbbing Gristle,
Second Layer,
Toni Rubio,
Sound Behaviour,
Sight & Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fad Gadget,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deadbeat,
Sister Nancy,
The Leaves,
Lightning Bolt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Associates,
Bad Manners,
The Slits,
Bush Tetras,
Whodini,
The Pop Group,
John Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bronski Beat,
Wire,
David Axelrod,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.