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 East Timor and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 LL Cool J to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Slick Rick,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Green,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Y Pants,
La Düsseldorf,
Talk Talk,
Sixth Finger,
Chris & Cosey,
Magma,
JFA,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sam Rivers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Fraelich,
Sight & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
a-ha,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tim Buckley,
Banda Bassotti,
The Techniques,
The Beau Brummels,
Anakelly,
Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fluxion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June of 44,
Joy Division,
The Star Department,
The Barracudas,
Country Teasers,
FM Einheit,
The Blackbyrds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fear,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
Television,
Angry Samoans,
Underground Resistance,
Nirvana,
Blossom Toes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tomorrow,
John Holt,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.