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 Zimbabwe and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Kaleidoscope 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
X-101,
Juan Atkins,
The Victims,
Fela Kuti,
Magazine,
Mars,
Scan 7,
Groovy Waters,
Panda Bear,
Interpol,
The Black Dice,
The Moody Blues,
Blake Baxter,
Dead Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moby Grape,
Crispian St. Peters,
Iggy Pop,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hoover,
Altered Images,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed,
Bush Tetras,
R.M.O.,
Model 500,
Babytalk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Oneida,
Inner City,
Ronan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
The Misunderstood,
Rapeman,
John Foxx,
Mission of Burma,
Max Romeo,
Drexciya,
Suburban Knight,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mummies,
Erasure,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Das Ding,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Pus,
U.S. Maple,
The Slackers,
The Evens,
Sun City Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fugs,
Carl Craig,
Wasted Youth,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.