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 East Timor and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 June Days to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
The Zeros,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
Essential Logic,
Todd Terry,
Flash Fearless,
Angry Samoans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jimmy McGriff,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Sherman,
Camberwell Now,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-101,
Whodini,
Oneida,
Rufus Thomas,
ABC,
Slave,
The Real Kids,
Stiv Bators,
The Evens,
Mr. Review,
Pole,
Swell Maps,
The Names,
PIL,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Teasers,
The Raincoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Index,
Ludus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slackers,
The Stooges,
The Modern Lovers,
Infiniti,
Fluxion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Lynne,
Public Enemy,
Minutemen,
Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ponytail,
The Slits,
Sällskapet,
Black Flag,
Frankie Knuckles,
Siglo XX,
Los Fastidios,
T.S.O.L.,
Grauzone,
The Knickerbockers,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.