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 Chad and from New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Altered Images to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Ponytail,
The Grass Roots,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The J.B.'s,
The Red Krayola,
Susan Cadogan,
Danielle Patucci,
Pulsallama,
Joey Negro,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Freddie Wadling,
Intrusion,
Reuben Wilson,
Roxette,
EPMD,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marmalade,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fugs,
Nirvana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Malaria!,
Chrome,
Ludus,
Don Cherry,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oblivians,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Adolescents,
Babytalk,
Fad Gadget,
Moss Icon,
Crooked Eye,
Altered Images,
The Standells,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ohio Players,
Scratch Acid,
The Black Dice,
Gregory Isaacs,
Visage,
Neil Young,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Symarip,
The Names,
D'Angelo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aswad,
Sight & Sound,
Organ,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed,
Underground Resistance,
The United States of America,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.