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 Columbus.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
DJ Sneak,
Outsiders,
Flipper,
Maurizio,
Jawbox,
Fad Gadget,
Al Stewart,
The Fall,
The Fuzztones,
Leonard Cohen,
Subhumans,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crash Course in Science,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Bar-Kays,
The Modern Lovers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Icehouse,
the Normal,
Theoretical Girls,
The Remains,
The Buckinghams,
Alice Coltrane,
Faraquet,
Deepchord,
The Human League,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ohio Players,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Steve Hackett,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Goldenarms,
Sight & Sound,
The Barracudas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New Age Steppers,
The Star Department,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy Collins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
Mandrill,
Von Mondo,
June Days,
The Monks,
Motorama,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Skatalites,
The Litter,
Fugazi,
Susan Cadogan,
Marvin Gaye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eden Ahbez,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.