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 Croatia and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lou Reed 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 Lalann to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Fear,
The Tremeloes,
Jandek,
The Kinks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gichy Dan,
Eve St. Jones,
Severed Heads,
Scratch Acid,
Al Stewart,
Hashim,
Marmalade,
Young Marble Giants,
Roxette,
Bauhaus,
Rapeman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Slits,
Patti Smith,
Fugazi,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
La Düsseldorf,
Tubeway Army,
Absolute Body Control,
Minutemen,
Glenn Branca,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris & Cosey,
Ituana,
Colin Newman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gabor Szabo,
Cal Tjader,
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Simply Red,
Brass Construction,
Q and Not U,
Grauzone,
Yusef Lateef,
The Toasters,
Desert Stars,
Ten City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gong,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Vogues,
Cluster,
Organ,
Deepchord,
David Axelrod,
Idris Muhammad,
Yazoo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yellowson,
The Moleskins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.