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 Poland 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
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 theremin 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Germs,
The Selecter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sugar Minott,
The Last Poets,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rakim,
Skarface,
Index,
New Order,
Icehouse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Massinfluence,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minny Pops,
Harmonia,
Soulsonic Force,
Model 500,
Simply Red,
Bill Wells,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alice Coltrane,
Spandau Ballet,
James White and The Blacks,
Los Fastidios,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fat Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Joy Division,
Boredoms,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glenn Branca,
The Evens,
Duran Duran,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Althea and Donna,
Minutemen,
Moby Grape,
Marvin Gaye,
Crime,
Danielle Patucci,
Erykah Badu,
The Blues Magoos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lakeside,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Barracudas,
Heaven 17,
Don Cherry,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.