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 Bhutan and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
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 organ 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 Boredoms to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Minnie Riperton,
LL Cool J,
Scrapy,
The Grass Roots,
Hoover,
Infiniti,
Aloha Tigers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fuzztones,
DJ Style,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
Eve St. Jones,
Hardrive,
Organ,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed,
Connie Case,
Ronan,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slits,
Visage,
The Neon Judgement,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Machine,
Q and Not U,
Lindisfarne,
The Trojans,
Morten Harket,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Mills,
Simply Red,
Graham Central Station,
Al Stewart,
Nick Fraelich,
Warren Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Patti Smith,
Joyce Sims,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moss Icon,
The Move,
The Velvet Underground,
Funky Four + One,
X-101,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crooked Eye,
Soul II Soul,
The Fortunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.