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 Chad and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Flag to the electroclash 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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brass Construction,
Bad Manners,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blues Magoos,
Flipper,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Tremeloes,
Sonic Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Finger,
Technova,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sound,
The Monks,
Easy Going,
Joe Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Half Japanese,
The Seeds,
The Kinks,
Franke,
Boredoms,
Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
Quantec,
Animal Collective,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dark Day,
Pagans,
The Evens,
Camouflage,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed,
Adolescents,
Lucky Dragons,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Audionom,
Glenn Branca,
Pussy Galore,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spandau Ballet,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zapp,
MC5,
The Red Krayola,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Charles Mingus,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.