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 South Africa and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 These Immortal Souls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Animal Collective,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
Morten Harket,
Wolf Eyes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zapp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nik Kershaw,
Livin' Joy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Make Up,
The Dead C,
Circle Jerks,
Agitation Free,
Dave Gahan,
Jacques Brel,
Reagan Youth,
Oblivians,
Lightning Bolt,
Sound Behaviour,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Doobie Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Heaven 17,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kerri Chandler,
Lungfish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faust,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eurythmics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Von Mondo,
Sex Pistols,
Marvin Gaye,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare,
The Invisible,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Monks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Newcleus,
Eric Copeland,
Minny Pops,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Banda Bassotti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott Heron,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.