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 Swaziland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Sonic Youth to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minutemen,
The Index,
Jawbox,
Brand Nubian,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Au Pairs,
Monks,
Smog,
Section 25,
X-102,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gories,
Ohio Players,
John Lydon,
Bill Near,
Magma,
The New Christs,
Derrick Morgan,
Nils Olav,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
Urselle,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moebius,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Outsiders,
Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
Erykah Badu,
Half Japanese,
Banda Bassotti,
Cymande,
kango's stein massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dual Sessions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Womack,
Alton Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
MC5,
The Mojo Men,
Grauzone,
The Fall,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Hill,
Godley & Creme,
Von Mondo,
Fluxion,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.