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 Bhutan and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Golliwogs to the rap 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
The Seeds,
The Standells,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Technova,
Quando Quango,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nico,
Average White Band,
Josef K,
Marmalade,
The Monks,
Pere Ubu,
Symarip,
EPMD,
Japan,
JFA,
Icehouse,
Bauhaus,
The Remains,
Howard Jones,
Jacques Brel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Index,
Wire,
The Tremeloes,
Sandy B,
Deepchord,
Country Teasers,
The Five Americans,
Supertramp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Au Pairs,
Mission of Burma,
Nirvana,
New Age Steppers,
Tubeway Army,
Pantaleimon,
Skaos,
The Wake,
T. Rex,
Man Eating Sloth,
B.T. Express,
China Crisis,
The Cure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swell Maps,
Harpers Bizarre,
Juan Atkins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick Morgan,
the Bar-Kays,
Mantronix,
The Gun Club,
The Gap Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.