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 Monaco and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Livin' Joy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Wally Richardson,
Mantronix,
Ohio Players,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slits,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Names,
Metal Thangz,
Brothers Johnson,
X-102,
Icehouse,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moody Blues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DJ Style,
Boogie Down Productions,
The J.B.'s,
The Blackbyrds,
Marmalade,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang of Four,
Funky Four + One,
Albert Ayler,
Connie Case,
Aloha Tigers,
Skriet,
World's Most,
Anthony Braxton,
Minny Pops,
The Martian,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Move,
Arab on Radar,
B.T. Express,
X-Ray Spex,
Television Personalities,
Thompson Twins,
Althea and Donna,
Eric Copeland,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Pop Group,
Judy Mowatt,
Unrelated Segments,
Mandrill,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Howard Jones,
Dual Sessions,
The Electric Prunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rotary Connection,
Altered Images,
Pantaleimon,
Clear Light,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grey Daturas,
Glenn Branca,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.