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 Serbia and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Das Ding 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Todd Terry,
Supertramp,
Liliput,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moleskins,
Roger Hodgson,
The Zeros,
Young Marble Giants,
X-101,
Livin' Joy,
Wire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eli Mardock,
Bluetip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
LL Cool J,
Slick Rick,
The Motions,
B.T. Express,
The Index,
Roy Ayers,
F. McDonald,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mission of Burma,
Scan 7,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gladiators,
The Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barrington Levy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
Anthony Braxton,
Agent Orange,
Idris Muhammad,
the Germs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Divine Comedy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flipper,
The Victims,
Sandy B,
Pere Ubu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siglo XX,
Suicide,
Audionom,
Gong,
Pantaleimon,
The J.B.'s,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Junior Murvin,
Sight & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
The Kinks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donald Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
Judy Mowatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.