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 Singapore and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Michael McDonald 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 Charles Mingus to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Pretty Things,
CMW,
China Crisis,
Underground Resistance,
the Germs,
Monolake,
a-ha,
The Associates,
The Barracudas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Victims,
Frankie Knuckles,
Babytalk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fatback Band,
The Fuzztones,
Kas Product,
Chrome,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David McCallum,
Japan,
Tommy Roe,
Don Cherry,
T. Rex,
10cc,
Maurizio,
Rotary Connection,
The Techniques,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Khruangbin,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Procol Harum,
Vladislav Delay,
the Sonics,
The Gun Club,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Lynne,
Sex Pistols,
Eden Ahbez,
Fear,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Bourne,
The Trojans,
Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
The New Christs,
The Music Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Laurel Aitken,
The Golliwogs,
The Five Americans,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.