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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the funk 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Half Japanese,
Steve Hackett,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Invisible,
Scientists,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Velvet Underground,
David McCallum,
Urselle,
Ten City,
Sonic Youth,
Can,
Fela Kuti,
Chrome,
Magma,
The Saints,
The Toasters,
F. McDonald,
Oblivians,
Grandmaster Flash,
Royal Trux,
H. Thieme,
CMW,
Popol Vuh,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Unwound,
Arcadia,
The Alarm Clocks,
Interpol,
Von Mondo,
Country Teasers,
Harmonia,
The Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ponytail,
The Gories,
Ken Boothe,
The Litter,
Simply Red,
Spandau Ballet,
Angry Samoans,
Kas Product,
Arthur Verocai,
Japan,
John Coltrane,
Bad Manners,
Howard Jones,
Bang On A Can,
John Holt,
Easy Going,
Second Layer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Order,
Eddi Front,
Soft Machine,
Crime,
Oneida,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.