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 Mongolia and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nile Rodgers 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 L. Decosne to the jazz 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tim Buckley,
Pere Ubu,
Junior Murvin,
Crime,
John Lydon,
Eddi Front,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker,
Grey Daturas,
Wings,
ABC,
Young Marble Giants,
Monolake,
Soul Sonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Graham Central Station,
Royal Trux,
Joy Division,
Surgeon,
The Knickerbockers,
Half Japanese,
The Fire Engines,
The New Christs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jandek,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Offenders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Underground Resistance,
Los Fastidios,
Scan 7,
DNA,
Sound Behaviour,
the Normal,
Duran Duran,
Country Joe & The Fish,
UT,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Tremeloes,
June of 44,
The Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
D'Angelo,
the Germs,
Slave,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Idris Muhammad,
The Black Dice,
Michelle Simonal,
The Associates,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.