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 Micronesia and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lightning Bolt to the grunge 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Deepchord,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fuzztones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
JFA,
Swell Maps,
Black Bananas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Steve Hackett,
One Last Wish,
The Names,
The Leaves,
Alphaville,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delon & Dalcan,
B.T. Express,
The Human League,
Urselle,
Hot Snakes,
Sam Rivers,
Tom Boy,
Duran Duran,
Lower 48,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arab on Radar,
Ken Boothe,
Tim Buckley,
New York Dolls,
Silicon Teens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül II,
Bill Near,
Blossom Toes,
The Durutti Column,
Tropical Tobacco,
Technova,
Grauzone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joey Negro,
Reuben Wilson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fear,
Godley & Creme,
Colin Newman,
Joyce Sims,
The Skatalites,
China Crisis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sandy B,
Minutemen,
Buzzcocks,
Skarface,
The Music Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Rufus Thomas,
Swans,
Joe Finger,
Marc Almond,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.