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 Georgia and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Monochrome Set to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Wasted Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Foxx,
Sugar Minott,
Babytalk,
Mr. Review,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül,
Ken Boothe,
Pole,
Outsiders,
Aaron Thompson,
Whodini,
Slick Rick,
the Slits,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nik Kershaw,
The Five Americans,
PIL,
a-ha,
The Victims,
Quando Quango,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amazonics,
Jawbox,
Pussy Galore,
Kaleidoscope,
Spandau Ballet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cybotron,
Reagan Youth,
Goldenarms,
Khruangbin,
The Velvet Underground,
The Smiths,
Zero Boys,
Mad Mike,
Talk Talk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funkadelic,
Flipper,
Janne Schatter,
Parry Music,
David Bowie,
Magma,
Moebius,
The Pretty Things,
Man Eating Sloth,
Massinfluence,
Alton Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slits,
The Vogues,
Main Source,
Royal Trux,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.