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 Namibia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Peter and Kerry to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mars,
Bronski Beat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacob Miller,
the Bar-Kays,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Godley & Creme,
Minor Threat,
Nirvana,
The Grass Roots,
La Düsseldorf,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Flesh Eaters,
Motorama,
Grey Daturas,
Boredoms,
The Human League,
Bang On A Can,
China Crisis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sparks,
Donald Byrd,
Little Man,
Morten Harket,
R.M.O.,
U.S. Maple,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skriet,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
Fear,
A Certain Ratio,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fuzztones,
Minutemen,
In Retrospect,
Lightning Bolt,
Thee Headcoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Wells,
EPMD,
Lou Reed,
The New Christs,
Roxette,
Graham Central Station,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonic Youth,
Deepchord,
Joey Negro,
Charles Mingus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Davy DMX,
Wings,
Bauhaus,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.