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 Cambodia and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Crime to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Velvet Underground,
Henry Cow,
Black Flag,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül,
Organ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Khruangbin,
Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Main Source,
Deepchord,
Rufus Thomas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drexciya,
The Smoke,
Rekid,
The Human League,
The Pretty Things,
Ludus,
Glenn Branca,
Clear Light,
Leonard Cohen,
Supertramp,
Colin Newman,
Cluster,
Index,
Sällskapet,
The Stooges,
Man Eating Sloth,
Royal Trux,
U.S. Maple,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Altered Images,
Neil Young,
Joensuu 1685,
Smog,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flash Fearless,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-101,
Stereo Dub,
Bush Tetras,
Terrestrial Tones,
Absolute Body Control,
Gabor Szabo,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Dolphy,
Graham Central Station,
Fat Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Enemy,
The Cramps,
10cc,
Harry Pussy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Steve Hackett,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.