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 Mozambique and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rotary Connection to the funk 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Trumans Water,
Thee Headcoats,
The Count Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moby Grape,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television,
The Grass Roots,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
John Holt,
Eddi Front,
Albert Ayler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Frankie Knuckles,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dark Day,
Aswad,
Bauhaus,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Flag,
Carl Craig,
The Residents,
the Association,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yusef Lateef,
Pere Ubu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deepchord,
Camouflage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Toni Rubio,
Wally Richardson,
Aural Exciters,
Eric Copeland,
Heaven 17,
kango's stein massive,
a-ha,
Bobby Sherman,
New Age Steppers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Dolphy,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Inner City,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blake Baxter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Stooges,
Connie Case,
Bobby Womack,
The Techniques,
Stereo Dub,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.