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 Libya and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Blake Baxter to the disco 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
The Wake,
The Moleskins,
Eurythmics,
The Evens,
Sex Pistols,
Roxy Music,
Angry Samoans,
Das Ding,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brand Nubian,
Tears for Fears,
Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Oneida,
Ronnie Foster,
Japan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dead C,
Lucky Dragons,
Slick Rick,
Blake Baxter,
David Axelrod,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zero Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T. Rex,
Livin' Joy,
Nico,
Barbara Tucker,
Crooked Eye,
The Young Rascals,
MC5,
the Germs,
Lou Reed,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Grass Roots,
Althea and Donna,
Fear,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerrie Biddell,
Janne Schatter,
Organ,
Reuben Wilson,
Lyres,
Goldenarms,
OOIOO,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-102,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Audionom,
Skarface,
Blossom Toes,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.