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 Oman and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Surgeon to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Panda Bear,
Tears for Fears,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masters at Work,
Das Ding,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Qualms,
Cecil Taylor,
the Normal,
Television Personalities,
Spoonie Gee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Womack,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fad Gadget,
Franke,
Mantronix,
The Fugs,
Dave Gahan,
Darondo,
Harmonia,
Thee Headcoats,
Joe Finger,
The Pop Group,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Goldenarms,
John Foxx,
This Heat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Duran Duran,
Zapp,
EPMD,
Infiniti,
The Five Americans,
Davy DMX,
Lucky Dragons,
a-ha,
Rekid,
Massinfluence,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cybotron,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Toni Rubio,
Interpol,
Judy Mowatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Walker Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Henry Cow,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Sheep,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.