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 Liberia and from London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Soft Machine to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
The Monochrome Set,
Tom Boy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantytec,
Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
Tommy Roe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Moleskins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Franke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Glenn Branca,
Q and Not U,
Lou Christie,
Fad Gadget,
Shuggie Otis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Japan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed,
Ice-T,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Audionom,
The Happenings,
Echospace,
Oblivians,
Eddi Front,
The Leaves,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ornette Coleman,
CMW,
Fatback Band,
Smog,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Terry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Saccharine Trust,
Zero Boys,
Ludus,
Goldenarms,
Drexciya,
Radiohead,
Davy DMX,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeff Mills,
a-ha,
Neil Young,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Iggy Pop,
Aaron Thompson,
Malaria!,
Wings,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.