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 Liberia and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 In Retrospect to the crunk 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Althea and Donna,
Cameo,
Gabor Szabo,
Erykah Badu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-101,
The Neon Judgement,
Ohio Players,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric B and Rakim,
Steve Hackett,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gong,
Joyce Sims,
Kerri Chandler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scrapy,
The Evens,
Joey Negro,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cramps,
Robert Hood,
10cc,
Cymande,
The Sonics,
Television,
Youth Brigade,
The Gap Band,
K-Klass,
Albert Ayler,
Pantaleimon,
Mr. Review,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Moon,
Swans,
The Happenings,
Sarah Menescal,
Mo-Dettes,
Chrome,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Toni Rubio,
Joensuu 1685,
Yellowson,
The Grass Roots,
Byron Stingily,
Q and Not U,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Inner City,
One Last Wish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Guru Guru,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Zeros,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mark Hollis,
Maleditus Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Peter & Gordon,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.