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 Norway and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Kas Product to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Eli Mardock,
Jeru the Damaja,
E-Dancer,
Vainqueur,
Bronski Beat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Depeche Mode,
Subhumans,
Erykah Badu,
Davy DMX,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Anakelly,
Schoolly D,
Derrick May,
John Coltrane,
X-102,
The Sonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Echospace,
Royal Trux,
The Associates,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minutemen,
Pagans,
Crash Course in Science,
Mr. Review,
Funkadelic,
Pussy Galore,
Stiv Bators,
Underground Resistance,
Suicide,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warren Ellis,
The Pop Group,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flash Fearless,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash,
Silicon Teens,
Pere Ubu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cure,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cheater Slicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Isaac Hayes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Terry,
Joensuu 1685,
Brass Construction,
Terry Callier,
Moebius,
Rekid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bluetip,
The Dirtbombs,
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.