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 Mauritius and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skaos to the rap 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Residents,
World's Most,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glenn Branca,
Liliput,
Camberwell Now,
Ituana,
Sun City Girls,
New Order,
Saccharine Trust,
Ken Boothe,
Warsaw,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
D'Angelo,
Deepchord,
Lungfish,
Byron Stingily,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sam Rivers,
Patti Smith,
Flash Fearless,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cure,
Can,
Supertramp,
Public Enemy,
Joe Finger,
Index,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
Japan,
Spoonie Gee,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David McCallum,
The Gap Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ornette Coleman,
In Retrospect,
Qualms,
Model 500,
Todd Terry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Pus,
Black Sheep,
Loose Ends,
The Remains,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy Collins,
Nirvana,
Roxette,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Techniques,
Amazonics,
U.S. Maple,
Section 25,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül II,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.