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 Ghana and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 The Names to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Lungfish,
The Evens,
The Zeros,
Porter Ricks,
Sex Pistols,
John Holt,
The Count Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare,
The Gladiators,
The Raincoats,
JFA,
Byron Stingily,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anthony Braxton,
Pet Shop Boys,
Urselle,
Heaven 17,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Standells,
The Neon Judgement,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yazoo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pantaleimon,
Blake Baxter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Residents,
The Gun Club,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eden Ahbez,
Crime,
Scrapy,
Silicon Teens,
Marc Almond,
Matthew Bourne,
Crash Course in Science,
T. Rex,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barbara Tucker,
World's Most,
The Misunderstood,
The Moleskins,
Peter and Kerry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dave Gahan,
Nils Olav,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Wyatt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rotary Connection,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mo-Dettes,
The Victims,
Zero Boys,
Organ,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arcadia,
Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.