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 Kenya and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Intrusion to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eurythmics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dead C,
Blancmange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fuzztones,
T.S.O.L.,
Guru Guru,
Funkadelic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New Order,
Franke,
Johnny Osbourne,
KRS-One,
X-101,
Rotary Connection,
Max Romeo,
Scott Walker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Absolute Body Control,
Qualms,
Animal Collective,
the Germs,
Patti Smith,
Fatback Band,
Maurizio,
UT,
Robert Hood,
The Modern Lovers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Frankie Knuckles,
Infiniti,
Donald Byrd,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marmalade,
Ultravox,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Main Source,
The Knickerbockers,
Negative Approach,
Alton Ellis,
Darondo,
The Fortunes,
Procol Harum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eddi Front,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glenn Branca,
Jacob Miller,
Letta Mbulu,
The Stooges,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sonic Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.