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 Moldova and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Lou Reed 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 Franke to the grime 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
China Crisis,
Neil Young,
Rod Modell,
the Association,
Delta 5,
Eric B and Rakim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
L. Decosne,
The Cramps,
The Motions,
Chris Corsano,
Aswad,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vladislav Delay,
Pussy Galore,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
EPMD,
Bauhaus,
Nico,
MDC,
The Moleskins,
Chrome,
Pulsallama,
Janne Schatter,
Khruangbin,
Y Pants,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare,
Peter and Kerry,
Fugazi,
Joe Smooth,
The Remains,
DJ Style,
Lindisfarne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Theoretical Girls,
Scion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blossom Toes,
UT,
Bang On A Can,
Eric Dolphy,
Eurythmics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Reuben Wilson,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Ituana,
Lucky Dragons,
The Searchers,
The Tremeloes,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.