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 Spokane.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
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 808 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 The Tremeloes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Guru Guru,
Kenny Larkin,
Lower 48,
F. McDonald,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reagan Youth,
Roxy Music,
Tubeway Army,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Malaria!,
The American Breed,
Terry Callier,
Althea and Donna,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Toasters,
FM Einheit,
Suburban Knight,
Amon Düül II,
Black Sheep,
Godley & Creme,
Radiohead,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ohio Players,
Derrick Morgan,
Drive Like Jehu,
D'Angelo,
Section 25,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brothers Johnson,
Nirvana,
Isaac Hayes,
Urselle,
Archie Shepp,
Cheater Slicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magma,
Underground Resistance,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
cv313,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Steve Hackett,
Camberwell Now,
the Sonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wally Richardson,
Absolute Body Control,
The Skatalites,
Gang Green,
Andrew Hill,
Nation of Ulysses,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DJ Style,
The Residents,
The Fire Engines,
K-Klass,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Maleditus Sound,
David Bowie,
Erykah Badu,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.