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 Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 The Fall to the rap 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Don Cherry,
Lindisfarne,
Wings,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
Groovy Waters,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Enemy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Althea and Donna,
Albert Ayler,
Loose Ends,
The Offenders,
Kerri Chandler,
Model 500,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Severed Heads,
T. Rex,
The Saints,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Foxx,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra,
Robert Hood,
Rites of Spring,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quadrant,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hot Snakes,
Dual Sessions,
The Victims,
Eden Ahbez,
Babytalk,
Duran Duran,
Procol Harum,
Stiv Bators,
The Smoke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pere Ubu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
a-ha,
Funky Four + One,
The Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yusef Lateef,
Barrington Levy,
The Last Poets,
Faraquet,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doobie Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
The Grass Roots,
This Heat,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.