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 Malawi and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Howard Jones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Subhumans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Supertramp,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Aaron Thompson,
Junior Murvin,
Theoretical Girls,
World's Most,
X-Ray Spex,
John Lydon,
Roy Ayers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zero Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Albert Ayler,
The Slits,
Marine Girls,
Joey Negro,
The Dave Clark Five,
Half Japanese,
Marmalade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hashim,
Electric Prunes,
The Barracudas,
Joensuu 1685,
Y Pants,
James White and The Blacks,
Qualms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Davy DMX,
Slick Rick,
June of 44,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Slave,
Ronnie Foster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blancmange,
R.M.O.,
the Germs,
The Black Dice,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fall,
Kenny Larkin,
Pulsallama,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.