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 Yemen and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 E-Dancer to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Max Romeo,
Eve St. Jones,
Hot Snakes,
Cybotron,
Visage,
Scion,
The Real Kids,
Sex Pistols,
Metal Thangz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Patti Smith,
Excepter,
Isaac Hayes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
U.S. Maple,
Lucky Dragons,
Godley & Creme,
Arab on Radar,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Halsall,
Aural Exciters,
Dark Day,
The Searchers,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultravox,
The Gladiators,
The Neon Judgement,
Flipper,
Adolescents,
One Last Wish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Severed Heads,
Idris Muhammad,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minny Pops,
Shoche,
the Germs,
the Sonics,
Audionom,
Gang Starr,
Donald Byrd,
Moebius,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bush Tetras,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Green,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Freddie Wadling,
Eli Mardock,
Bauhaus,
Technova,
48th St. Collective,
Basic Channel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Connie Case,
Q and Not U,
Soulsonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
MC5,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.