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 Nepal and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Japan 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Schoolly D,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kaleidoscope,
The Busters,
48th St. Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
Albert Ayler,
The Names,
Andrew Hill,
Flash Fearless,
Skarface,
John Holt,
Clear Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Axelrod,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Teasers,
the Human League,
Tres Demented,
Black Pus,
The Dirtbombs,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Neon Judgement,
Urselle,
FM Einheit,
Angry Samoans,
Eve St. Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang of Four,
John Foxx,
Goldenarms,
Wolf Eyes,
Barbara Tucker,
Erasure,
The Selecter,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gabor Szabo,
Agent Orange,
The Walker Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Ice-T,
Animal Collective,
Mantronix,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Au Pairs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lakeside,
Joyce Sims,
Dawn Penn,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pagans,
Eric Dolphy,
Fear,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.