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 Ukraine and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Red Krayola,
Tears for Fears,
Underground Resistance,
Soulsonic Force,
Erykah Badu,
Ronnie Foster,
Ken Boothe,
Joy Division,
David Axelrod,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash,
La Düsseldorf,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Terry,
Crime,
Sight & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Au Pairs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yaz,
Chrome,
Nik Kershaw,
Marmalade,
Judy Mowatt,
LL Cool J,
The Star Department,
Kayak,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nas,
Yazoo,
The Cowsills,
Rapeman,
Roxy Music,
John Lydon,
Electric Prunes,
The Golliwogs,
The New Christs,
Sister Nancy,
Gabor Szabo,
Idris Muhammad,
Newcleus,
Matthew Bourne,
Harry Pussy,
Basic Channel,
The Evens,
FM Einheit,
Public Enemy,
Hot Snakes,
Mad Mike,
Agent Orange,
Roger Hodgson,
Khruangbin,
Ornette Coleman,
Byron Stingily,
Lalann,
The Victims,
This Heat,
Pharoah Sanders,
One Last Wish,
Royal Trux,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.