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 Uganda and from Salvador.
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 Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Deepchord to the rock 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Mad Mike,
Gregory Isaacs,
Main Source,
Bill Wells,
Wally Richardson,
X-102,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
In Retrospect,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Lydon,
The Dead C,
Joyce Sims,
New Order,
Bluetip,
Spoonie Gee,
Theoretical Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Supertramp,
Liliput,
B.T. Express,
Gang Green,
the Bar-Kays,
Harmonia,
The Doobie Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arcadia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Angry Samoans,
Josef K,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Machine,
The Saints,
Reuben Wilson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
La Düsseldorf,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agitation Free,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABBA,
Silicon Teens,
Tres Demented,
Popol Vuh,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Bowie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cowsills,
Toni Rubio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Smooth,
Idris Muhammad,
Eden Ahbez,
AZ,
Zapp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.