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 Uzbekistan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 ABC to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun City Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Starr,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
Lakeside,
Man Eating Sloth,
Make Up,
Nirvana,
The Move,
The Fortunes,
Bronski Beat,
Prince Buster,
Funky Four + One,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Five Americans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ludus,
Eden Ahbez,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Holt,
Darondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Livin' Joy,
The Beau Brummels,
The J.B.'s,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tom Boy,
Rekid,
Dead Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter & Gordon,
K-Klass,
48th St. Collective,
Josef K,
Chrome,
Throbbing Gristle,
Main Source,
Scion,
Wally Richardson,
The Slackers,
The Blackbyrds,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Sherman,
Lindisfarne,
LL Cool J,
Goldenarms,
Jawbox,
Blancmange,
Scratch Acid,
Circle Jerks,
Roger Hodgson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Byrd,
Tomorrow,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.