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 Cameroon and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gabor Szabo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Bronski Beat,
The American Breed,
The Skatalites,
Mad Mike,
Wally Richardson,
Tommy Roe,
Half Japanese,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Foxx,
Sun City Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The United States of America,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warren Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
John Holt,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
The Leaves,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
MDC,
Crime,
The Last Poets,
Kayak,
Ken Boothe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Susan Cadogan,
Groovy Waters,
The Mojo Men,
The Tremeloes,
Eurythmics,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gong,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gun Club,
KRS-One,
Aswad,
Howard Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ituana,
Toni Rubio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cybotron,
The Residents,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stetsasonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moody Blues,
Davy DMX,
Sarah Menescal,
Porter Ricks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.