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 Sierra Leone and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rotary Connection to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Jeff Lynne,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Görl,
Main Source,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cameo,
Supertramp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
H. Thieme,
Severed Heads,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Flag,
Archie Shepp,
The Pretty Things,
Niagra,
Talk Talk,
Shoche,
D'Angelo,
The Invisible,
MDC,
Moss Icon,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Clarke,
U.S. Maple,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick May,
The Searchers,
Barry Ungar,
Agitation Free,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang On A Can,
Das Ding,
Nas,
The Fuzztones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Holt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Christie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ituana,
Derrick Morgan,
Rekid,
Ice-T,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
June Days,
Organ,
Theoretical Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Inner City,
The Gun Club,
Echospace,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Smog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.