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 Macedonia and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dave Clark Five to the funk 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Smog,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Human League,
Amazonics,
Babytalk,
The Fugs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wire,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tomorrow,
The Cure,
Johnny Clarke,
Mr. Review,
The Cramps,
The Gories,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Drexciya,
The Kinks,
Massinfluence,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stiv Bators,
Gabor Szabo,
Flash Fearless,
Ludus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Q and Not U,
Toni Rubio,
Grey Daturas,
New York Dolls,
Adolescents,
Qualms,
T.S.O.L.,
Basic Channel,
The Searchers,
Los Fastidios,
In Retrospect,
B.T. Express,
John Foxx,
The Vogues,
The Offenders,
Cheater Slicks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hardrive,
The Dirtbombs,
Tres Demented,
Patti Smith,
The Fortunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stetsasonic,
Aural Exciters,
the Human League,
Nas,
Cal Tjader,
China Crisis,
Japan,
The Martian,
LL Cool J,
Talk Talk,
Fugazi,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.