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 United Kingdom and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skaos 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Main Source,
The Names,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Groovy Waters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Derrick May,
Cluster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ice-T,
The Young Rascals,
The New Christs,
The J.B.'s,
Sound Behaviour,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hoover,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boredoms,
Los Fastidios,
Wasted Youth,
Television Personalities,
The Trojans,
Tears for Fears,
Siglo XX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nico,
Blake Baxter,
Easy Going,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Count Five,
Blancmange,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quantec,
Clear Light,
Nas,
Bluetip,
Terry Callier,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra,
Pylon,
Eurythmics,
Y Pants,
China Crisis,
Stetsasonic,
Unwound,
The Misunderstood,
Minor Threat,
Nik Kershaw,
Audionom,
The Blues Magoos,
The Raincoats,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Panda Bear,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Monochrome Set,
Soulsonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.