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 Ukraine and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
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 808 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 Kenny Larkin to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
MDC,
Radio Birdman,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fall,
Rekid,
Warsaw,
Circle Jerks,
Brass Construction,
Nas,
The Trojans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pop Group,
Depeche Mode,
The Human League,
Scion,
Easy Going,
Eric Copeland,
Pole,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Trumans Water,
Graham Central Station,
Silicon Teens,
The Raincoats,
Franke,
The Sonics,
The Mojo Men,
Lightning Bolt,
Q65,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispy Ambulance,
EPMD,
The Music Machine,
Soul II Soul,
the Soft Cell,
Quantec,
Jacques Brel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris Corsano,
Make Up,
Matthew Halsall,
The Residents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
Fugazi,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Essential Logic,
Pierre Henry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Young Rascals,
Scott Walker,
R.M.O.,
One Last Wish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
LL Cool J,
Al Stewart,
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.