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 South Africa and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Y Pants to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Jawbox,
the Fania All-Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
Spoonie Gee,
Cheater Slicks,
Vainqueur,
The American Breed,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
The Mummies,
Faraquet,
Severed Heads,
Ossler,
Qualms,
Niagra,
Kurtis Blow,
A Certain Ratio,
Gabor Szabo,
the Bar-Kays,
Shuggie Otis,
Fatback Band,
Smog,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Sherman,
Terry Callier,
The Dirtbombs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
kango's stein massive,
Rekid,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flipper,
Idris Muhammad,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visage,
The Buckinghams,
Panda Bear,
China Crisis,
The Red Krayola,
Pole,
The Divine Comedy,
Yusef Lateef,
Aural Exciters,
The Move,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonic Youth,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Invisible,
Essential Logic,
The Count Five,
The Fugs,
Swell Maps,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sisters of Mercy,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.