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 Japan and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Minnie Riperton to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Interpol,
Bob Dylan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alphaville,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jacob Miller,
Trumans Water,
Mark Hollis,
Bill Near,
Minor Threat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Altered Images,
Black Pus,
Jerry's Kids,
Make Up,
Accadde A,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker,
Alison Limerick,
the Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nas,
The Happenings,
Marine Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amazonics,
Blake Baxter,
Cymande,
Jawbox,
Public Enemy,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed,
Grauzone,
Marc Almond,
Pylon,
R.M.O.,
World's Most,
Aswad,
Babytalk,
The Invisible,
The Leaves,
Tubeway Army,
Skriet,
Bad Manners,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacques Brel,
Nirvana,
John Coltrane,
The Selecter,
Shoche,
Lalann,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.