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 United States and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
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 chamberlin 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 Smog to the dance 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Duran Duran,
Mandrill,
Faraquet,
The Names,
Stiv Bators,
Tres Demented,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalann,
Scratch Acid,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anakelly,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare,
U.S. Maple,
The Busters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Detroit Cobras,
D'Angelo,
Lower 48,
Fatback Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Sherman,
Deepchord,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerrie Biddell,
The American Breed,
Yaz,
Eric Copeland,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronnie Foster,
Cal Tjader,
The Misunderstood,
Magma,
Slick Rick,
Brick,
B.T. Express,
Minutemen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris & Cosey,
Warren Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
Basic Channel,
KRS-One,
a-ha,
David Axelrod,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kenny Larkin,
Flipper,
Cameo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Model 500,
Trumans Water,
Anthony Braxton,
Skarface,
Ronan,
Alice Coltrane,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.