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 Grenada and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 The Flesh Eaters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
The Gories,
Deakin,
Alison Limerick,
New Age Steppers,
Spandau Ballet,
Minny Pops,
Jeru the Damaja,
Popol Vuh,
Trumans Water,
Scientists,
World's Most,
Roxy Music,
Cal Tjader,
The Offenders,
Motorama,
Traffic Nightmare,
Supertramp,
Stetsasonic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eddi Front,
Delta 5,
the Association,
Connie Case,
The Selecter,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül II,
Khruangbin,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rapeman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barbara Tucker,
Groovy Waters,
Chrome,
June of 44,
The Walker Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
10cc,
Fear,
Model 500,
Blake Baxter,
Alphaville,
Minnie Riperton,
the Human League,
Yaz,
Von Mondo,
Moby Grape,
Archie Shepp,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick May,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Charles Mingus,
Technova,
Neil Young,
Mars,
The Angels of Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.