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 South Sudan and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Doors to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Byron Stingily,
Carl Craig,
Half Japanese,
Ultravox,
The Cramps,
Crooked Eye,
The Seeds,
Spoonie Gee,
the Slits,
Henry Cow,
Icehouse,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sonics,
Au Pairs,
Zero Boys,
The Skatalites,
Q65,
Lyres,
the Germs,
Amazonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Index,
FM Einheit,
Sällskapet,
Mars,
Con Funk Shun,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fear,
Slave,
Massinfluence,
The Star Department,
Zapp,
Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
Eli Mardock,
The Red Krayola,
Fad Gadget,
Ronan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
UT,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
The Misunderstood,
New York Dolls,
Y Pants,
Johnny Clarke,
the Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
Godley & Creme,
The Moody Blues,
Toni Rubio,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Neon Judgement,
Popol Vuh,
The Five Americans,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.