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 Albania and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 One Last Wish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television Personalities,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smoke,
Fela Kuti,
Graham Central Station,
The Motions,
Pantytec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sandy B,
UT,
Metal Thangz,
Unwound,
Das Ding,
Section 25,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Wyatt,
The Stooges,
Barrington Levy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Michelle Simonal,
Anthony Braxton,
Charles Mingus,
Davy DMX,
Maurizio,
Siglo XX,
The Electric Prunes,
Dennis Brown,
Infiniti,
The Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gichy Dan,
Adolescents,
Slick Rick,
Parry Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barbara Tucker,
Severed Heads,
Kayak,
E-Dancer,
Rekid,
Bill Wells,
Magma,
Erykah Badu,
The Move,
the Germs,
Lakeside,
Minutemen,
Jawbox,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lindisfarne,
Ronan,
Fluxion,
Rapeman,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Standells,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.