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 Romania and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Peter and Kerry to the rock 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Wyatt,
the Bar-Kays,
Lucky Dragons,
Au Pairs,
Rites of Spring,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Soft Cell,
Electric Prunes,
The American Breed,
Mission of Burma,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Section 25,
Oneida,
Mars,
Boredoms,
Patti Smith,
The Techniques,
Black Moon,
The Walker Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Prince Buster,
Erykah Badu,
Grey Daturas,
Rosa Yemen,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantytec,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Swans,
Shoche,
Scratch Acid,
Tears for Fears,
Sex Pistols,
Schoolly D,
The Fugs,
Camouflage,
The Residents,
F. McDonald,
The Cowsills,
Joensuu 1685,
Deadbeat,
Wire,
Massinfluence,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Real Kids,
Babytalk,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Quadrant,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tommy Roe,
Roxette,
Mandrill,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.