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 Bahamas and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 The Music Machine to the funk 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Fat Boys,
Pylon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerri Chandler,
the Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agitation Free,
Matthew Bourne,
Panda Bear,
Sparks,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed,
Cluster,
The Vogues,
Peter and Kerry,
Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris Corsano,
The Pop Group,
Kaleidoscope,
JFA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Althea and Donna,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skaos,
Amon Düül,
Lalann,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sugar Minott,
Eurythmics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris & Cosey,
The Litter,
Nick Fraelich,
Marvin Gaye,
Tubeway Army,
The Walker Brothers,
Symarip,
The Electric Prunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Buzzcocks,
June Days,
Tears for Fears,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Doors,
Pere Ubu,
The Leaves,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Slick Rick,
Funky Four + One,
In Retrospect,
The Cramps,
Rosa Yemen,
Main Source,
ABBA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rites of Spring,
Television,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.