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 Tonga and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 kango's stein massive to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maurizio,
Jawbox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eve St. Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zapp,
Lee Hazlewood,
FM Einheit,
The Leaves,
Surgeon,
Unrelated Segments,
Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
Qualms,
The Zeros,
The J.B.'s,
Smog,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amazonics,
Circle Jerks,
The Remains,
Susan Cadogan,
Roger Hodgson,
Marmalade,
Yazoo,
Trumans Water,
The Pretty Things,
Negative Approach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monks,
Davy DMX,
The Saints,
Tubeway Army,
The Walker Brothers,
Easy Going,
Mr. Review,
Bill Near,
Ten City,
Minutemen,
Bauhaus,
Royal Trux,
Pantytec,
John Lydon,
Buzzcocks,
Sparks,
Adolescents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jimmy McGriff,
Second Layer,
Janne Schatter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick May,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joey Negro,
Iggy Pop,
the Sonics,
The Busters,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.