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 Solomon Islands and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Deepchord to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
David McCallum,
Warren Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
Pagans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Sherman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Technova,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerri Chandler,
Siglo XX,
Sällskapet,
Crime,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonic Youth,
Moss Icon,
Severed Heads,
The Index,
Robert Hood,
Marvin Gaye,
Patti Smith,
Swell Maps,
The Litter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Q65,
Delta 5,
Swans,
The Selecter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suicide,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
Funky Four + One,
Dual Sessions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Rundgren,
Sixth Finger,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radio Birdman,
Danielle Patucci,
T. Rex,
Theoretical Girls,
Intrusion,
The Fugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Divine Comedy,
The Beau Brummels,
Roxy Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Blackbyrds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kas Product,
Silicon Teens,
Harmonia,
Angry Samoans,
Kurtis Blow,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.