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 Switzerland 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Porter Ricks to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Junior Murvin,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Sherman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Copeland,
Ohio Players,
Sexual Harrassment,
Main Source,
Pole,
Agent Orange,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shuggie Otis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Style,
Pussy Galore,
Excepter,
Mo-Dettes,
the Bar-Kays,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultra Naté,
The Walker Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Los Fastidios,
Oblivians,
New York Dolls,
The Young Rascals,
Cecil Taylor,
In Retrospect,
Bob Dylan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fela Kuti,
Pantytec,
The Smoke,
Whodini,
Monks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Hood,
New Age Steppers,
Dave Gahan,
KRS-One,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
These Immortal Souls,
Arcadia,
The Music Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
Maurizio,
The Sound,
MDC,
Can,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.