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 Micronesia and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 These Immortal Souls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Robert Görl,
Rapeman,
Deepchord,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Leaves,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kayak,
Gang Gang Dance,
a-ha,
Arthur Verocai,
the Normal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quadrant,
Oblivians,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick May,
Cecil Taylor,
Stereo Dub,
Massinfluence,
Grauzone,
Graham Central Station,
Malaria!,
Warren Ellis,
Q65,
The Cure,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Swans,
Don Cherry,
Parry Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Television,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Sheep,
Blancmange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June of 44,
The Velvet Underground,
Dual Sessions,
the Slits,
Maurizio,
Sugar Minott,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Desert Stars,
Alphaville,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Names,
The Martian,
The United States of America,
Fear,
The Moleskins,
Lungfish,
John Holt,
Morten Harket,
AZ,
Lou Reed,
Soft Cell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cybotron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suburban Knight,
X-101,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.