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 Iran and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Television Personalities to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Fat Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Motorama,
The Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Juan Atkins,
The New Christs,
Albert Ayler,
The J.B.'s,
Dave Gahan,
John Foxx,
Howard Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
Pussy Galore,
Gichy Dan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unwound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crime,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cameo,
Kas Product,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Janne Schatter,
The Blues Magoos,
The Raincoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
Second Layer,
Man Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Pop Group,
Yusef Lateef,
Erykah Badu,
Ludus,
Scion,
Bobby Womack,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Teasers,
Brick,
Spandau Ballet,
Ossler,
Con Funk Shun,
Eden Ahbez,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Blackbyrds,
Chris Corsano,
Eli Mardock,
Alton Ellis,
Scrapy,
David McCallum,
Boogie Down Productions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalann,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.