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 New Zealand and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Massinfluence to the dance 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
R.M.O.,
Joe Smooth,
Flamin' Groovies,
MDC,
The Fortunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Porter Ricks,
Michelle Simonal,
Symarip,
Ten City,
The Fugs,
Pussy Galore,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Franke,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Remains,
Sexual Harrassment,
Byron Stingily,
Sarah Menescal,
Vladislav Delay,
Mr. Review,
The Shadows of Knight,
Guru Guru,
Au Pairs,
Black Bananas,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Searchers,
Boz Scaggs,
Trumans Water,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fatback Band,
Sonic Youth,
The Trojans,
Brothers Johnson,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker,
John Foxx,
Easy Going,
This Heat,
Lou Christie,
The Star Department,
Delta 5,
Sugar Minott,
Ultimate Spinach,
Talk Talk,
The Mummies,
Cluster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siglo XX,
Gang Green,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Beau Brummels,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.