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 Sweden and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Buzzcocks to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Sister Nancy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Dolphy,
Eve St. Jones,
The Black Dice,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerri Chandler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalann,
Mars,
The Litter,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare,
Robert Hood,
Wings,
The Golliwogs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mark Hollis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Searchers,
Massinfluence,
The Mummies,
Mad Mike,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fortunes,
Mission of Burma,
Max Romeo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Josef K,
Pussy Galore,
Alton Ellis,
Carl Craig,
Deakin,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Smog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lucky Dragons,
Brothers Johnson,
CMW,
Slave,
Slick Rick,
Qualms,
Al Stewart,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Moon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
L. Decosne,
Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
Steve Hackett,
Reuben Wilson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Laurel Aitken,
Blossom Toes,
Marvin Gaye,
the Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.