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 Djibouti and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Rod Modell to the punk 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Cecil Taylor,
Faust,
Y Pants,
Siglo XX,
Massinfluence,
Blossom Toes,
Motorama,
Avey Tare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantaleimon,
Pole,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Rundgren,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glenn Branca,
Tom Boy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lungfish,
The Wake,
Man Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Subhumans,
The Associates,
Stetsasonic,
Hot Snakes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Davy DMX,
Babytalk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Christie,
Make Up,
Lyres,
Dual Sessions,
the Germs,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Lynne,
The Neon Judgement,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nico,
Duran Duran,
K-Klass,
The Angels of Light,
Animal Collective,
The Black Dice,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cybotron,
Ultra Naté,
T.S.O.L.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Patti Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
The Offenders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.