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 Zambia and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rufus Thomas to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Mo-Dettes,
Thompson Twins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cluster,
The Last Poets,
Black Sheep,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
Easy Going,
Tres Demented,
Joey Negro,
The Slackers,
Gang Green,
Wally Richardson,
Arab on Radar,
Metal Thangz,
Stereo Dub,
Erasure,
Brick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Parry Music,
Reagan Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Motorama,
La Düsseldorf,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
Hardrive,
JFA,
The Fortunes,
Joy Division,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Mission of Burma,
Kayak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Associates,
Goldenarms,
Groovy Waters,
Sister Nancy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Young Rascals,
PIL,
Mandrill,
Audionom,
Don Cherry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker,
Tubeway Army,
The Misunderstood,
MDC,
Yellowson,
Qualms,
The Smiths,
The Pop Group,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.