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 Hungary and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Hoover to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers,
Easy Going,
Black Moon,
Young Marble Giants,
Visage,
DJ Style,
Monolake,
Jacques Brel,
These Immortal Souls,
Eden Ahbez,
David Bowie,
Idris Muhammad,
Stetsasonic,
The Vogues,
The Standells,
Roxy Music,
Intrusion,
T. Rex,
Ultravox,
The Trojans,
The American Breed,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Patti Smith,
The Golliwogs,
The Beau Brummels,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sound,
Sister Nancy,
The Seeds,
the Soft Cell,
Matthew Bourne,
Marvin Gaye,
Trumans Water,
Tommy Roe,
Youth Brigade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Max Romeo,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doors,
Suburban Knight,
Jeff Mills,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cheater Slicks,
The Buckinghams,
Faraquet,
the Bar-Kays,
Barclay James Harvest,
June of 44,
Delta 5,
Bootsy Collins,
The Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
Nik Kershaw,
Wasted Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.