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 Senegal and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Gories to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Rites of Spring,
The American Breed,
Goldenarms,
Motorama,
The Kinks,
Drexciya,
Rotary Connection,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Loose Ends,
The Gladiators,
The Techniques,
The Neon Judgement,
The Associates,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fugs,
The Real Kids,
Deakin,
The Beau Brummels,
Shuggie Otis,
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Style,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stockholm Monsters,
48th St. Collective,
Rakim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smoke,
Patti Smith,
Depeche Mode,
New Order,
The Doors,
Freddie Wadling,
Schoolly D,
Procol Harum,
Darondo,
Smog,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stiv Bators,
Joyce Sims,
Wire,
Section 25,
The Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
Flipper,
Pole,
Whodini,
Cheater Slicks,
Das Ding,
Soul II Soul,
The Human League,
Ponytail,
Tres Demented,
The Offenders,
June of 44,
The Slackers,
Aloha Tigers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.