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 Latvia and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Marine Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Boz Scaggs,
Procol Harum,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anakelly,
Skriet,
Drexciya,
Camouflage,
These Immortal Souls,
Audionom,
Wolf Eyes,
Japan,
E-Dancer,
Kas Product,
Jeff Lynne,
Supertramp,
The Smiths,
Schoolly D,
a-ha,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric Copeland,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shuggie Otis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-101,
Rapeman,
Ken Boothe,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mummies,
Index,
The Golliwogs,
Fad Gadget,
Underground Resistance,
Q65,
Radio Birdman,
Scientists,
Johnny Clarke,
Lee Hazlewood,
T.S.O.L.,
Marmalade,
The Pop Group,
Monolake,
The Count Five,
Iggy Pop,
Royal Trux,
Smog,
The Beau Brummels,
Panda Bear,
L. Decosne,
Mad Mike,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yazoo,
Country Teasers,
John Coltrane,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.