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 Ivory Coast and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Public Enemy to the jazz 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Velvet Underground,
Quantec,
Anakelly,
The Knickerbockers,
Severed Heads,
Marine Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harry Pussy,
Flash Fearless,
Unwound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rod Modell,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Machine,
Deadbeat,
Deakin,
Lakeside,
Oblivians,
The Star Department,
ABBA,
Nik Kershaw,
kango's stein massive,
Alphaville,
Adolescents,
Parry Music,
John Lydon,
Nico,
Marshall Jefferson,
Icehouse,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Sheep,
Average White Band,
Procol Harum,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Pop Group,
Marc Almond,
Dual Sessions,
June of 44,
Ken Boothe,
Aural Exciters,
Albert Ayler,
Tom Boy,
The Beau Brummels,
The Grass Roots,
Skaos,
Don Cherry,
Bluetip,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.