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 Honduras and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Groovy Waters to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Faust,
Blancmange,
Fela Kuti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Max Romeo,
Arab on Radar,
World's Most,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fat Boys,
Faraquet,
Half Japanese,
The Blues Magoos,
the Germs,
Flash Fearless,
Symarip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Organ,
Quantec,
Spandau Ballet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Technova,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun City Girls,
Kayak,
Byron Stingily,
Fear,
The Velvet Underground,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Rundgren,
The Searchers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Axelrod,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
The Selecter,
The Golliwogs,
Kenny Larkin,
Monks,
The Stooges,
Matthew Halsall,
Silicon Teens,
Charles Mingus,
Dave Gahan,
The Litter,
These Immortal Souls,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
James White and The Blacks,
Grey Daturas,
Soft Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Slave,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.