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 Belize and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the jazz 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
X-101,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
June Days,
The Monks,
David Bowie,
The Dirtbombs,
The Dead C,
The Misunderstood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Skatalites,
Davy DMX,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
E-Dancer,
The Leaves,
Bill Wells,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skarface,
Flipper,
The Cramps,
The Black Dice,
Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
Anakelly,
Ituana,
Heaven 17,
Agent Orange,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Guru Guru,
The Invisible,
the Germs,
Bob Dylan,
Stiv Bators,
Aswad,
F. McDonald,
Mo-Dettes,
Surgeon,
Siglo XX,
Absolute Body Control,
Main Source,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eli Mardock,
Nico,
Easy Going,
Reagan Youth,
Skaos,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cal Tjader,
B.T. Express,
Simply Red,
One Last Wish,
Kayak,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.