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 Kosovo and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Remains to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Leaves,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Goldenarms,
Jawbox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
cv313,
Mark Hollis,
Fluxion,
Intrusion,
Ituana,
Desert Stars,
Cymande,
Procol Harum,
Average White Band,
Tim Buckley,
L. Decosne,
Marvin Gaye,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Surgeon,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Cale,
Ten City,
The Smoke,
E-Dancer,
ABC,
Pierre Henry,
Pere Ubu,
Mr. Review,
Crash Course in Science,
a-ha,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slits,
The Toasters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sister Nancy,
Lindisfarne,
The Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scratch Acid,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Wells,
Delta 5,
Connie Case,
Dennis Brown,
Harry Pussy,
Drive Like Jehu,
EPMD,
The Smiths,
Buzzcocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Depeche Mode,
Ultra Naté,
Stetsasonic,
Mars,
Boz Scaggs,
Sex Pistols,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cluster,
Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.