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 Kyrgyzstan and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Radiohead to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
The Fugs,
Talk Talk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Audionom,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Techniques,
The Moody Blues,
Scratch Acid,
Loose Ends,
Sparks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Iggy Pop,
Soul Sonic Force,
Schoolly D,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young,
Maurizio,
The Standells,
Babytalk,
Suburban Knight,
Blake Baxter,
Dual Sessions,
Minor Threat,
U.S. Maple,
Amazonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lee Hazlewood,
Whodini,
Ohio Players,
The Wake,
The Fall,
Camouflage,
Siglo XX,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cymande,
Electric Prunes,
Motorama,
Alice Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Albert Ayler,
The Martian,
Rod Modell,
Trumans Water,
Los Fastidios,
The Red Krayola,
Joensuu 1685,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bob Dylan,
Slave,
Radiohead,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Green,
Frankie Knuckles,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oblivians,
The Offenders,
UT,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.