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 Tuvalu and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Neon Judgement to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
The Detroit Cobras,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dual Sessions,
Japan,
Judy Mowatt,
Albert Ayler,
The Martian,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agitation Free,
Harmonia,
Lakeside,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bang On A Can,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Negative Approach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gladiators,
Dead Boys,
The Angels of Light,
The Divine Comedy,
Urselle,
Colin Newman,
the Association,
Von Mondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Flag,
John Foxx,
The Smoke,
Kas Product,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stiv Bators,
Stetsasonic,
Black Moon,
Zapp,
Audionom,
Con Funk Shun,
Babytalk,
The Golliwogs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scrapy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Wake,
Black Pus,
Quando Quango,
Howard Jones,
Skarface,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skriet,
Soul II Soul,
Scan 7,
Ronan,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Near,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.