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 Namibia and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells 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?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slave,
Cheater Slicks,
Barry Ungar,
Ronnie Foster,
Boredoms,
48th St. Collective,
Eli Mardock,
Al Stewart,
10cc,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Unwound,
H. Thieme,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cluster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wolf Eyes,
Prince Buster,
Lakeside,
Johnny Clarke,
Fugazi,
Kaleidoscope,
The Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lucky Dragons,
Josef K,
The Last Poets,
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Bananas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minny Pops,
The Evens,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Rundgren,
Mantronix,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suburban Knight,
Supertramp,
Rekid,
Jacob Miller,
The Gap Band,
Pulsallama,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blake Baxter,
Blossom Toes,
Can,
MC5,
The Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
The Moody Blues,
Dave Gahan,
Bush Tetras,
Absolute Body Control,
Symarip,
Judy Mowatt,
Heaven 17,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.