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 Spain and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
The Last Poets,
The Saints,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mad Mike,
Magazine,
Godley & Creme,
The Slackers,
E-Dancer,
Minutemen,
Rakim,
Unwound,
Hardrive,
Groovy Waters,
MC5,
Newcleus,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The American Breed,
Jeff Lynne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Interpol,
Mars,
The Barracudas,
Dual Sessions,
T. Rex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
H. Thieme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-102,
Jacques Brel,
Roger Hodgson,
Model 500,
Absolute Body Control,
Little Man,
Glenn Branca,
DNA,
Brand Nubian,
One Last Wish,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wire,
Sex Pistols,
The Music Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Anakelly,
Josef K,
Lou Christie,
The Mojo Men,
Funky Four + One,
Popol Vuh,
Yellowson,
Cameo,
Lou Reed,
the Slits,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.