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 Argentina and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Reuben Wilson to the jazz 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Scratch Acid,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy Collins,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marmalade,
Sparks,
Skarface,
Public Image Ltd.,
K-Klass,
The Detroit Cobras,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ornette Coleman,
Altered Images,
Angry Samoans,
Royal Trux,
The Standells,
Arthur Verocai,
La Düsseldorf,
Moebius,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Piero Umiliani,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mummies,
Hot Snakes,
David McCallum,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dawn Penn,
Archie Shepp,
Sugar Minott,
Minny Pops,
Swell Maps,
MC5,
The Dead C,
The Knickerbockers,
Silicon Teens,
Half Japanese,
Brick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pretty Things,
Mission of Burma,
Minutemen,
The Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Supertramp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fatback Band,
the Sonics,
Q65,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magazine,
Infiniti,
The Birthday Party,
Groovy Waters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Misunderstood,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.