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 Kenya and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jawbox to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Womack,
Rapeman,
Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Absolute Body Control,
Moebius,
Davy DMX,
Lucky Dragons,
K-Klass,
Slave,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Howard Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Martian,
Oblivians,
the Bar-Kays,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mars,
Leonard Cohen,
Donald Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
David McCallum,
Jeff Lynne,
In Retrospect,
Niagra,
The Leaves,
Marc Almond,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joy Division,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Raincoats,
JFA,
Pagans,
The Misunderstood,
Icehouse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Inner City,
John Foxx,
The Fortunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Symarip,
Kas Product,
Aloha Tigers,
Fear,
Sällskapet,
Intrusion,
Susan Cadogan,
E-Dancer,
Q65,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funkadelic,
Yaz,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.