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 Slovakia and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 Traffic Nightmare to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Surgeon,
David Axelrod,
The Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
Television Personalities,
Dual Sessions,
Eden Ahbez,
Swell Maps,
PIL,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxy Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eddi Front,
Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
Technova,
MC5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Michelle Simonal,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lightning Bolt,
Motorama,
Lyres,
Sonic Youth,
Y Pants,
Basic Channel,
Groovy Waters,
Suburban Knight,
Skaos,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minny Pops,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kaleidoscope,
Joyce Sims,
Symarip,
Television,
Agitation Free,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Main Source,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
Minnie Riperton,
F. McDonald,
A Certain Ratio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mantronix,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Near,
The Names,
Don Cherry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rapeman,
The Trojans,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.