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 Fiji and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Happenings to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Eurythmics,
The Monochrome Set,
Oneida,
Brothers Johnson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wolf Eyes,
Alton Ellis,
Amazonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
June of 44,
Robert Görl,
Ken Boothe,
Rotary Connection,
Icehouse,
Eli Mardock,
The Neon Judgement,
Kurtis Blow,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Qualms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cheater Slicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Little Man,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sister Nancy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yaz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Sonics,
the Swans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Visage,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donny Hathaway,
Aswad,
Faraquet,
JFA,
Shoche,
Drexciya,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Au Pairs,
Joey Negro,
Sugar Minott,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
DNA,
The Evens,
Ossler,
The Misunderstood,
Andrew Hill,
Japan,
the Normal,
The Detroit Cobras,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.