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 Seychelles and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Boredoms to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Lydon,
Maurizio,
The Sonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Evens,
Nick Fraelich,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barry Ungar,
Mars,
The Dirtbombs,
Scan 7,
The Velvet Underground,
Ponytail,
Sixth Finger,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moleskins,
Sister Nancy,
Con Funk Shun,
China Crisis,
Pantaleimon,
The Selecter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mandrill,
Swell Maps,
Ituana,
Crime,
Minutemen,
The Buckinghams,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispy Ambulance,
Trumans Water,
Colin Newman,
June of 44,
Boredoms,
The Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Pagans,
Robert Wyatt,
Stiv Bators,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Order,
John Holt,
Aswad,
Section 25,
Vladislav Delay,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mark Hollis,
Bill Wells,
Sun City Girls,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Bourne,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Index,
Howard Jones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Near,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.