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 Netherlands and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Camberwell Now to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
The Fire Engines,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thee Headcoats,
Tomorrow,
Mark Hollis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tommy Roe,
June Days,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cameo,
D'Angelo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Easy Going,
Oblivians,
Urselle,
John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
Porter Ricks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flash Fearless,
the Human League,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Smooth,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Bananas,
David McCallum,
Derrick Morgan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yusef Lateef,
Sparks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alice Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
EPMD,
The Cramps,
Connie Case,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rapeman,
Unwound,
The Cure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Parry Music,
The Walker Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
8 Eyed Spy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Flag,
Cluster,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.