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 Malta and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Depeche Mode to the dance 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pantaleimon,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Byrd,
Colin Newman,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Connie Case,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slackers,
a-ha,
Pagans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suicide,
Donald Byrd,
The Invisible,
Brass Construction,
Quantec,
World's Most,
Newcleus,
Skarface,
DJ Sneak,
Supertramp,
Livin' Joy,
Warsaw,
Make Up,
Oneida,
Depeche Mode,
Radiohead,
Lungfish,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
Slave,
Babytalk,
The Modern Lovers,
Crooked Eye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Real Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
The Happenings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Motions,
Ice-T,
Deepchord,
Smog,
The Flesh Eaters,
E-Dancer,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jandek,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sound,
The Star Department,
Josef K,
Joyce Sims,
U.S. Maple,
Bootsy Collins,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.