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 Taiwan and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cure to the rap 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Depeche Mode,
Sound Behaviour,
B.T. Express,
Delta 5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dual Sessions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glenn Branca,
Gong,
Boz Scaggs,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Wyatt,
Sister Nancy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Foxx,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Raincoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
David McCallum,
Animal Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Little Man,
Howard Jones,
Man Parrish,
Duran Duran,
Metal Thangz,
Amazonics,
The Fuzztones,
Sun City Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Arab on Radar,
8 Eyed Spy,
Index,
This Heat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Make Up,
Bauhaus,
Crash Course in Science,
Television Personalities,
Joey Negro,
DNA,
PIL,
Steve Hackett,
Gabor Szabo,
The Litter,
In Retrospect,
New Order,
Byron Stingily,
Iggy Pop,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Last Poets,
Rakim,
Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.