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 Guyana and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 David Bowie to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Walker Brothers,
Jawbox,
Man Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Delta 5,
Judy Mowatt,
Chrome,
Nirvana,
The Velvet Underground,
Moby Grape,
This Heat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang of Four,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gories,
Quando Quango,
Pere Ubu,
Fatback Band,
R.M.O.,
The Grass Roots,
Eric B and Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dirtbombs,
Das Ding,
Echospace,
Average White Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Nico,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ossler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Association,
DJ Sneak,
The Barracudas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Laurel Aitken,
Charles Mingus,
Danielle Patucci,
Sugar Minott,
Faraquet,
Jacques Brel,
Spandau Ballet,
OOIOO,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun City Girls,
Stetsasonic,
The Raincoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxy Music,
Gong,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Move,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.