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 Kiribati and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 The Divine Comedy to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Audionom,
Rapeman,
Scrapy,
World's Most,
Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marvin Gaye,
Porter Ricks,
Surgeon,
DJ Style,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ponytail,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
B.T. Express,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Slick Rick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Beau Brummels,
The Music Machine,
Stiv Bators,
LL Cool J,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Bowie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drexciya,
Zapp,
Pulsallama,
Cybotron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boz Scaggs,
The Kinks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Flag,
the Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
Brand Nubian,
Sam Rivers,
Second Layer,
Gang Gang Dance,
Leonard Cohen,
MDC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lungfish,
The Sound,
L. Decosne,
Sun Ra,
The Searchers,
Motorama,
Kaleidoscope,
Oneida,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The New Christs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxy Music,
Kurtis Blow,
Joe Finger,
Procol Harum,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.