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 Poland and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Icehouse 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeff Lynne,
Mantronix,
The Fuzztones,
The Fall,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aaron Thompson,
Bill Wells,
Joey Negro,
Slick Rick,
Excepter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arcadia,
Icehouse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brass Construction,
The Walker Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Interpol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Junior Murvin,
The Smoke,
Mars,
Jeff Mills,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q and Not U,
Rites of Spring,
Heaven 17,
Angry Samoans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quando Quango,
Lightning Bolt,
Donald Byrd,
The Dead C,
Subhumans,
Tom Boy,
Joe Finger,
Magazine,
Warren Ellis,
The American Breed,
Roxette,
Banda Bassotti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amazonics,
The Stooges,
Kayak,
Scion,
Popol Vuh,
Panda Bear,
Deepchord,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Human League,
Oblivians,
Maurizio,
Masters at Work,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.