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 Mauritania 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Kinks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Joyce Sims,
T. Rex,
Archie Shepp,
Lakeside,
Los Fastidios,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun City Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yellowson,
The Tremeloes,
Jacques Brel,
Maleditus Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Alton Ellis,
Roxette,
Warsaw,
The Gun Club,
Bill Wells,
Erykah Badu,
Masters at Work,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warren Ellis,
Clear Light,
Jeff Mills,
Pantaleimon,
Gichy Dan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Leonard Cohen,
Sugar Minott,
Eddi Front,
Quantec,
Average White Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cheater Slicks,
Nas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ludus,
Liliput,
the Swans,
Black Bananas,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers,
Eli Mardock,
Buzzcocks,
Gabor Szabo,
MDC,
The Moody Blues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camberwell Now,
Qualms,
Unwound,
The Residents,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Hill,
Carl Craig,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kas Product,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Hood,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.