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 Djibouti and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fat Boys to the disco 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
The Gap Band,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bush Tetras,
The Move,
Rakim,
Ituana,
Funky Four + One,
John Foxx,
Brothers Johnson,
China Crisis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television Personalities,
Nils Olav,
Jacques Brel,
Fluxion,
Eurythmics,
The Cramps,
Byron Stingily,
Marmalade,
John Cale,
Glenn Branca,
Aural Exciters,
Japan,
Quando Quango,
Quadrant,
E-Dancer,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Normal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aloha Tigers,
The Names,
The Doobie Brothers,
Clear Light,
Gang of Four,
Supertramp,
Subhumans,
Can,
The Busters,
Roxy Music,
The Black Dice,
Joyce Sims,
Donald Byrd,
Black Flag,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Beasts of Bourbon,
B.T. Express,
Massinfluence,
Kas Product,
The Divine Comedy,
Wasted Youth,
Albert Ayler,
John Lydon,
Mantronix,
The Buckinghams,
Agent Orange,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.