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 Cape Verde and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rites of Spring to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Eurythmics,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cybotron,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Knickerbockers,
MDC,
Section 25,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pantaleimon,
Isaac Hayes,
The Residents,
The Human League,
Smog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The New Christs,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vainqueur,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
H. Thieme,
Sam Rivers,
Harry Pussy,
Joe Smooth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Liliput,
Deakin,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monks,
Bad Manners,
kango's stein massive,
Parry Music,
June of 44,
Guru Guru,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boredoms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Hood,
Sex Pistols,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reuben Wilson,
Aswad,
Interpol,
Bill Wells,
Oneida,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare,
Eric Copeland,
The Slits,
The Names,
X-101,
Funkadelic,
Simply Red,
Lungfish,
The Wake,
Warren Ellis,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.