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 Barbados and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Fat Boys to the disco 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Groovy Waters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yaz,
This Heat,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultra Naté,
Lakeside,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wolf Eyes,
Smog,
Altered Images,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soulsonic Force,
the Normal,
Nirvana,
The Evens,
Jacques Brel,
Cameo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shoche,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nils Olav,
Howard Jones,
The Mojo Men,
the Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Television Personalities,
The Names,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris & Cosey,
Morten Harket,
Warren Ellis,
John Lydon,
Brass Construction,
Eli Mardock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Fat Boys,
Ultravox,
Al Stewart,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Panda Bear,
The Real Kids,
Popol Vuh,
The Five Americans,
Peter and Kerry,
Althea and Donna,
Symarip,
Slick Rick,
X-102,
Joyce Sims,
Lightning Bolt,
10cc,
The Skatalites,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.