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 Israel and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Fat Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Pole,
Charles Mingus,
Ice-T,
Boredoms,
Moebius,
David McCallum,
Con Funk Shun,
DNA,
Can,
Brass Construction,
Brand Nubian,
Darondo,
Main Source,
The Knickerbockers,
Amazonics,
June of 44,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Lydon,
Sam Rivers,
Second Layer,
Pere Ubu,
E-Dancer,
New Age Steppers,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Fraelich,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Bush Tetras,
Animal Collective,
Sex Pistols,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
Howard Jones,
Neu!,
Kerri Chandler,
The Busters,
Zapp,
Leonard Cohen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zero Boys,
Model 500,
48th St. Collective,
Deakin,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cramps,
Dorothy Ashby,
UT,
Public Enemy,
The Motions,
MC5,
Colin Newman,
Popol Vuh,
The Happenings,
Royal Trux,
Flash Fearless,
Lakeside,
Donald Byrd,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.