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 Albania and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 The Neon Judgement to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Near,
Rotary Connection,
K-Klass,
Hashim,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick May,
D'Angelo,
The Gladiators,
Motorama,
Tom Boy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brick,
Masters at Work,
AZ,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zero Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
UT,
The Fortunes,
Television Personalities,
Nick Fraelich,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gun Club,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Don Cherry,
Accadde A,
Bluetip,
Boz Scaggs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warren Ellis,
Au Pairs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sparks,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Popol Vuh,
Spandau Ballet,
Stereo Dub,
Charles Mingus,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Mills,
The J.B.'s,
Easy Going,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Holt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Saints,
Ultra Naté,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moody Blues,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.