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 Japan and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 E-Dancer to the electroclash 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Circle Jerks,
Desert Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arab on Radar,
Intrusion,
Cluster,
In Retrospect,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Green,
Nik Kershaw,
Delta 5,
Josef K,
Erykah Badu,
Banda Bassotti,
Slick Rick,
Lindisfarne,
Alphaville,
Model 500,
The Golliwogs,
Althea and Donna,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mojo Men,
Sandy B,
Agitation Free,
Ludus,
Television,
Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Little Man,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry's Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Sherman,
Pere Ubu,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skriet,
Echospace,
Fatback Band,
Outsiders,
Ultra Naté,
Alison Limerick,
Saccharine Trust,
Ronan,
Amon Düül,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Iggy Pop,
The Human League,
Black Bananas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smiths,
Tomorrow,
The Black Dice,
The Pop Group,
UT,
Rapeman,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.