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 Senegal and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grime 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Wolf Eyes,
The Remains,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arab on Radar,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crime,
Slave,
The Slits,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantaleimon,
La Düsseldorf,
Dead Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Victims,
Mad Mike,
Hasil Adkins,
FM Einheit,
Supertramp,
The Beau Brummels,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Severed Heads,
Marcia Griffiths,
Metal Thangz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blancmange,
Newcleus,
Youth Brigade,
Heaven 17,
James White and The Blacks,
Popol Vuh,
The Gap Band,
the Human League,
The Associates,
the Germs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
The Young Rascals,
Eden Ahbez,
The Seeds,
Das Ding,
Boz Scaggs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rites of Spring,
Hardrive,
Outsiders,
Joey Negro,
Lou Christie,
Soul Sonic Force,
F. McDonald,
Wire,
Bill Wells,
Drexciya,
Shuggie Otis,
Bob Dylan,
Unwound,
Black Sheep,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minnie Riperton,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.