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 Kazakhstan and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Cluster to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Guru Guru,
The Offenders,
Icehouse,
Dennis Brown,
Kerrie Biddell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nik Kershaw,
World's Most,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joy Division,
Animal Collective,
F. McDonald,
Fat Boys,
Bill Near,
The American Breed,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Sonic Youth,
Ten City,
Sister Nancy,
Carl Craig,
Section 25,
the Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sound Behaviour,
Aaron Thompson,
Newcleus,
The Cramps,
Barry Ungar,
Cecil Taylor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
La Düsseldorf,
ABBA,
June of 44,
Amon Düül,
Nils Olav,
Dead Boys,
Junior Murvin,
the Association,
David Axelrod,
Moebius,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stiv Bators,
Arthur Verocai,
Flash Fearless,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Womack,
Gang of Four,
Lee Hazlewood,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra,
Shuggie Otis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bauhaus,
Intrusion,
The Gap Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Cal Tjader,
Sun City Girls,
The Searchers,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.