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 Chad and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 cv313 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Index,
Public Enemy,
Byron Stingily,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABC,
Cheater Slicks,
New Age Steppers,
Lower 48,
Infiniti,
Pussy Galore,
Von Mondo,
Arthur Verocai,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alton Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
Hashim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arcadia,
Malaria!,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New Order,
Alison Limerick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
The Zeros,
Rakim,
Al Stewart,
DJ Style,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Trojans,
Harmonia,
The Moody Blues,
Groovy Waters,
The Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
The Star Department,
Pantytec,
Dark Day,
Hardrive,
Shuggie Otis,
Zero Boys,
Royal Trux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young,
Average White Band,
Buzzcocks,
Main Source,
The Invisible,
Drexciya,
Be Bop Deluxe,
B.T. Express,
Roger Hodgson,
Lucky Dragons,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.