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 Estonia and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 The Young Rascals to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Bronski Beat,
Kas Product,
The United States of America,
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Saints,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hasil Adkins,
Swell Maps,
Public Image Ltd.,
La Düsseldorf,
The Skatalites,
The Stooges,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skriet,
Terry Callier,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra,
Minny Pops,
Amazonics,
Archie Shepp,
Charles Mingus,
Television Personalities,
Quantec,
Faust,
Youth Brigade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Motorama,
New Order,
Magma,
Roy Ayers,
Cheater Slicks,
The Pretty Things,
Scratch Acid,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Osbourne,
Clear Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
Josef K,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker,
The Litter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang On A Can,
Camberwell Now,
Donny Hathaway,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blues Magoos,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Parry Music,
Anthony Braxton,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pylon,
the Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Evens,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.