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 Belarus and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cheater Slicks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fatback Band,
The Grass Roots,
John Lydon,
The Misunderstood,
Infiniti,
The Sonics,
Technova,
Inner City,
Crime,
Lebanon Hanover,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül,
The Angels of Light,
Public Enemy,
Camouflage,
Das Ding,
Black Flag,
Vladislav Delay,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantytec,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rod Modell,
Eric Dolphy,
Basic Channel,
Magazine,
Funkadelic,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxy Music,
Erasure,
Nils Olav,
Sun City Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Sex Pistols,
Moss Icon,
Tommy Roe,
Skarface,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Sandy B,
The Busters,
Faust,
Hot Snakes,
Charles Mingus,
Scientists,
Black Moon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Interpol,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Neon Judgement,
The Move,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Teasers,
Desert Stars,
Gang of Four,
Jacob Miller,
Archie Shepp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Loose Ends,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.