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 Israel and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Cal Tjader to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ponytail,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monochrome Set,
Morten Harket,
Ultravox,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Christie,
Frankie Knuckles,
Von Mondo,
Grey Daturas,
Public Image Ltd.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Flag,
Pylon,
Jacques Brel,
Los Fastidios,
Aural Exciters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Human League,
Steve Hackett,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Toasters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Davy DMX,
Spandau Ballet,
Lower 48,
James White and The Blacks,
Organ,
The Velvet Underground,
Magma,
Dark Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rod Modell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
CMW,
Byron Stingily,
Sonny Sharrock,
Iggy Pop,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed,
Minutemen,
Trumans Water,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalann,
Erykah Badu,
Metal Thangz,
Desert Stars,
The Sound,
Pole,
Shoche,
Faust,
The Monks,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.