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 Ivory Coast 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Peter & Gordon to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Leaves,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rod Modell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
E-Dancer,
the Association,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Green,
Scrapy,
Darondo,
Gong,
Sarah Menescal,
Siglo XX,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
The Vogues,
The Young Rascals,
Bluetip,
Blake Baxter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scan 7,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pussy Galore,
John Coltrane,
Visage,
Fear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moby Grape,
Skriet,
Basic Channel,
Boredoms,
Country Teasers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Red Krayola,
Q and Not U,
John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warren Ellis,
Al Stewart,
Barclay James Harvest,
June Days,
Bush Tetras,
Tears for Fears,
Jandek,
The Angels of Light,
Donny Hathaway,
Deadbeat,
The Residents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Wells,
Yellowson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chrome,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronnie Foster,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.