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 Serbia and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Con Funk Shun to the techno 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oneida,
The Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Altered Images,
The Searchers,
Kenny Larkin,
Pylon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sällskapet,
Marc Almond,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lakeside,
Bobby Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kayak,
the Association,
Ossler,
DJ Style,
Toni Rubio,
Average White Band,
China Crisis,
Davy DMX,
Byron Stingily,
Duran Duran,
Eurythmics,
the Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Graham Central Station,
Yellowson,
Deadbeat,
The United States of America,
Boz Scaggs,
Joyce Sims,
Judy Mowatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brick,
Aswad,
Jesper Dahlback,
Godley & Creme,
LL Cool J,
10cc,
The Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül,
Faust,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül II,
The Victims,
Talk Talk,
The Names,
Blossom Toes,
Accadde A,
Goldenarms,
Icehouse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alton Ellis,
Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
Althea and Donna,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.