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 Nicaragua and from London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Monolake to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
Intrusion,
D'Angelo,
The Busters,
Warren Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gabor Szabo,
Tubeway Army,
David Bowie,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Alarm Clocks,
Panda Bear,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Archie Shepp,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Depeche Mode,
Yaz,
The Durutti Column,
Juan Atkins,
Brand Nubian,
Crime,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delta 5,
Ituana,
X-102,
Terry Callier,
Qualms,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Sex Pistols,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ponytail,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alison Limerick,
Sonic Youth,
Sparks,
Main Source,
The Motions,
the Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Drexciya,
Radio Birdman,
Masters at Work,
Arab on Radar,
Cybotron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick Morgan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blake Baxter,
Prince Buster,
The Black Dice,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.