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 Turkmenistan and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Monks to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Fat Boys,
The Doors,
Harpers Bizarre,
48th St. Collective,
Faraquet,
Boredoms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Arab on Radar,
The Gun Club,
Junior Murvin,
Roxy Music,
New Order,
Young Marble Giants,
Ken Boothe,
Soft Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed,
Rod Modell,
Bluetip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Connie Case,
Simply Red,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
EPMD,
Funkadelic,
Scrapy,
Lou Christie,
Lungfish,
Sixth Finger,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Names,
The Saints,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cluster,
In Retrospect,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Leaves,
Robert Hood,
Qualms,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantytec,
The Seeds,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Sherman,
Sonic Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
The Beau Brummels,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yusef Lateef,
Eurythmics,
Ossler,
Q65,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.