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 Ethiopia and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Vladislav Delay to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Holt,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy Collins,
Bronski Beat,
Stiv Bators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kenny Larkin,
La Düsseldorf,
Toni Rubio,
Patti Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
The American Breed,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Reagan Youth,
Henry Cow,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moleskins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Severed Heads,
Boredoms,
Sister Nancy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Normal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronnie Foster,
The Five Americans,
Skarface,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Parrish,
Au Pairs,
Marmalade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oblivians,
Ohio Players,
The Selecter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deadbeat,
The Busters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Beau Brummels,
Gichy Dan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cymande,
Scientists,
Angry Samoans,
Pulsallama,
Sällskapet,
Donald Byrd,
The Toasters,
Metal Thangz,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers,
Tears for Fears,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.