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 Romania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dennis Brown to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Blancmange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
LL Cool J,
Silicon Teens,
Cybotron,
Visage,
Leonard Cohen,
Cluster,
B.T. Express,
Steve Hackett,
Mad Mike,
Yellowson,
The United States of America,
The Motions,
Tres Demented,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sound,
Soft Cell,
Davy DMX,
Charles Mingus,
Fatback Band,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reagan Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cowsills,
Boz Scaggs,
Scientists,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mark Hollis,
The Remains,
Bill Near,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Colin Newman,
Derrick May,
Rhythm & Sound,
Severed Heads,
The Cure,
Nas,
Masters at Work,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mummies,
Second Layer,
Lyres,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brass Construction,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
AZ,
Glambeats Corp.,
Monolake,
Icehouse,
Roxette,
The Neon Judgement,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blues Magoos,
Mandrill,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.