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 Tanzania and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soft Cell to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Rapeman,
Moss Icon,
Vladislav Delay,
Bill Near,
Cameo,
Donald Byrd,
The Zeros,
Dual Sessions,
Saccharine Trust,
Patti Smith,
Nirvana,
The Doors,
Peter & Gordon,
Donny Hathaway,
Circle Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mummies,
Lucky Dragons,
Moebius,
Sixth Finger,
David Bowie,
Roxette,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Popol Vuh,
Suburban Knight,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ice-T,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Music Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blackbyrds,
Animal Collective,
Model 500,
Black Pus,
Agitation Free,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harmonia,
Man Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Bourne,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Byrd,
Oneida,
Faust,
The Monks,
Gong,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minny Pops,
FM Einheit,
Davy DMX,
Janne Schatter,
The Beau Brummels,
Fugazi,
Jerry's Kids,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.