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 South Africa and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Rakim,
Stereo Dub,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ituana,
Flipper,
Pole,
Camberwell Now,
The Techniques,
8 Eyed Spy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Babytalk,
Sparks,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Flag,
Lower 48,
Steve Hackett,
The Associates,
JFA,
The Searchers,
Gang Green,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Spandau Ballet,
Monks,
Brick,
The Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
The Fortunes,
Quadrant,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moleskins,
Outsiders,
Lightning Bolt,
Reuben Wilson,
Agitation Free,
Clear Light,
Eurythmics,
Scion,
Panda Bear,
Lakeside,
Fad Gadget,
R.M.O.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oblivians,
Urselle,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Move,
Circle Jerks,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Womack,
The Gap Band,
Gang of Four,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.