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 Vanuatu 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Normal to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Joe Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
Mars,
Skaos,
The Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Barracudas,
Joey Negro,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Outsiders,
Black Bananas,
Bauhaus,
Jacques Brel,
Anthony Braxton,
Whodini,
Lalo Schifrin,
EPMD,
the Slits,
The Tremeloes,
Sällskapet,
Kas Product,
Tubeway Army,
Urselle,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sex Pistols,
Funky Four + One,
The Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cowsills,
T. Rex,
Moebius,
Eurythmics,
D'Angelo,
Hasil Adkins,
the Sonics,
Marmalade,
Juan Atkins,
Essential Logic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Mills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Trumans Water,
Mad Mike,
The Moleskins,
Charles Mingus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Erykah Badu,
Severed Heads,
The Associates,
Pulsallama,
K-Klass,
Bobby Sherman,
The Music Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Young Marble Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
cv313,
Nirvana,
Boredoms,
Davy DMX,
Swell Maps,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.