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 Belarus and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Half Japanese to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
The Barracudas,
Eden Ahbez,
One Last Wish,
Eddi Front,
The Beau Brummels,
China Crisis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rosa Yemen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erasure,
The Index,
Blossom Toes,
Public Enemy,
Kaleidoscope,
Grey Daturas,
Index,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bill Near,
The Fugs,
DJ Sneak,
Patti Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Don Cherry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Real Kids,
Pantytec,
Brick,
Infiniti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-101,
Radiohead,
Lower 48,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jawbox,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Selecter,
Con Funk Shun,
Section 25,
OOIOO,
Harry Pussy,
Moss Icon,
Robert Wyatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Technova,
DJ Style,
Franke,
Bauhaus,
Joy Division,
Fluxion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scion,
New Order,
a-ha,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.