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 Palau and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blancmange to the rock 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zapp,
Chrome,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Khruangbin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echospace,
Visage,
The Knickerbockers,
Darondo,
Ornette Coleman,
Al Stewart,
David Bowie,
Blancmange,
The Count Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Porter Ricks,
Anthony Braxton,
Mission of Burma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Tremeloes,
Y Pants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blossom Toes,
Sandy B,
The Cure,
Fatback Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zero Boys,
The Black Dice,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oblivians,
Yellowson,
This Heat,
Idris Muhammad,
Eurythmics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Holt,
Aural Exciters,
Joey Negro,
Wasted Youth,
The Birthday Party,
John Foxx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Iggy Pop,
The Standells,
Erasure,
Ultravox,
Stereo Dub,
The Dead C,
Flash Fearless,
Scrapy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Moody Blues,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.