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 Ivory Coast and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joyce Sims to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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?
The Dave Clark Five,
Nas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gladiators,
Boredoms,
Los Fastidios,
Lungfish,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Clarke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oblivians,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skarface,
Basic Channel,
The Leaves,
Scion,
Cluster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeff Mills,
The Standells,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Lydon,
Sandy B,
The Techniques,
The Count Five,
Sonic Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultimate Spinach,
48th St. Collective,
Chrome,
Radiopuhelimet,
Derrick May,
Nirvana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cure,
Gang of Four,
Motorama,
Saccharine Trust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Womack,
Funkadelic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lightning Bolt,
The Saints,
Hoover,
Altered Images,
DNA,
The Velvet Underground,
John Foxx,
Niagra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Kinks,
Gang Green,
Country Teasers,
Simply Red,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.