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 Fiji 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the jazz 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Grauzone,
The Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
Brass Construction,
The Kinks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scrapy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Knickerbockers,
Television Personalities,
Panda Bear,
Ituana,
Minor Threat,
The Gun Club,
ABBA,
Hoover,
Bauhaus,
Can,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dual Sessions,
10cc,
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers,
Malaria!,
Liliput,
Mission of Burma,
Ice-T,
Moebius,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Skatalites,
The J.B.'s,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grey Daturas,
the Swans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Martian,
Public Enemy,
Donald Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
The Offenders,
Radiohead,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heaven 17,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
U.S. Maple,
Metal Thangz,
Jerry's Kids,
June of 44,
Peter and Kerry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.