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 Turkey and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Standells to the punk 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Litter,
Man Parrish,
June of 44,
Joyce Sims,
48th St. Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
Whodini,
Brand Nubian,
The Move,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rapeman,
Jimmy McGriff,
EPMD,
Godley & Creme,
Outsiders,
Carl Craig,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Wake,
Adolescents,
Peter & Gordon,
Freddie Wadling,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fugs,
JFA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erasure,
Oblivians,
Slave,
The Fuzztones,
Echospace,
Smog,
The Human League,
Ice-T,
Leonard Cohen,
The Kinks,
The Victims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DNA,
Alton Ellis,
Camberwell Now,
Young Marble Giants,
The Golliwogs,
Monks,
Groovy Waters,
Idris Muhammad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Los Fastidios,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Pus,
Radio Birdman,
Barry Ungar,
Newcleus,
Simply Red,
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeff Lynne,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.