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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Trumans Water,
Minor Threat,
Dark Day,
Laurel Aitken,
Alison Limerick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Happenings,
Vainqueur,
Swell Maps,
Iggy Pop,
The Fall,
Amon Düül II,
L. Decosne,
Ludus,
Prince Buster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Sherman,
The Blues Magoos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
F. McDonald,
Cluster,
Adolescents,
Ronnie Foster,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Zeros,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nico,
Harmonia,
This Heat,
Neu!,
Television,
The Gladiators,
Nirvana,
Interpol,
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Clarke,
John Lydon,
Sam Rivers,
Minutemen,
Marvin Gaye,
Moebius,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eden Ahbez,
China Crisis,
Drexciya,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hashim,
Lucky Dragons,
The United States of America,
Qualms,
Sällskapet,
Mantronix,
Sun City Girls,
the Association,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.