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 Taiwan and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sparks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Japan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pagans,
Monolake,
Scan 7,
Negative Approach,
Black Moon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Das Ding,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joyce Sims,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gabor Szabo,
Barrington Levy,
Subhumans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brothers Johnson,
the Human League,
Surgeon,
Suburban Knight,
Lower 48,
Swell Maps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blake Baxter,
The Music Machine,
Parry Music,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blues Magoos,
Mandrill,
Gang of Four,
Crooked Eye,
The Pop Group,
Althea and Donna,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Terry,
Gong,
Prince Buster,
Mission of Burma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Hill,
Symarip,
Deadbeat,
ABBA,
Echospace,
Second Layer,
Godley & Creme,
The Moody Blues,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Five Americans,
Black Sheep,
Sällskapet,
Motorama,
The Busters,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.