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 Lyon.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Harpers Bizarre to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Livin' Joy,
Liliput,
Flash Fearless,
Slave,
Porter Ricks,
Agitation Free,
Aural Exciters,
Nik Kershaw,
Groovy Waters,
Desert Stars,
Bad Manners,
Man Eating Sloth,
Byron Stingily,
Moss Icon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
OOIOO,
Eurythmics,
Clear Light,
Echospace,
The Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Almond,
Delon & Dalcan,
10cc,
Banda Bassotti,
Chrome,
Silicon Teens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
KRS-One,
Agent Orange,
Deakin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Little Man,
Donald Byrd,
Siglo XX,
Gang of Four,
the Slits,
Peter & Gordon,
Alison Limerick,
The Move,
The Sonics,
Lakeside,
Josef K,
Minor Threat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erasure,
Thompson Twins,
Bronski Beat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
48th St. Collective,
The Evens,
Wally Richardson,
H. Thieme,
Pole,
Pere Ubu,
Black Pus,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Bananas,
Davy DMX,
Fugazi,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.