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 Grenada and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Mojo Men to the dance 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Main Source,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers,
Lalann,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Index,
The Buckinghams,
Pagans,
Brick,
The Fuzztones,
the Association,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Hill,
Joensuu 1685,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Fraelich,
The Smoke,
Urselle,
DJ Style,
Ultravox,
Zapp,
Piero Umiliani,
Mark Hollis,
Maurizio,
Theoretical Girls,
Amazonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
cv313,
Lakeside,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Divine Comedy,
Blake Baxter,
Cheater Slicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Misunderstood,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker,
Groovy Waters,
Aaron Thompson,
Sam Rivers,
Monolake,
Porter Ricks,
Liliput,
John Holt,
Excepter,
Aswad,
Prince Buster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Duran Duran,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flamin' Groovies,
New Order,
Masters at Work,
Fort Wilson Riot,
FM Einheit,
Suburban Knight,
Von Mondo,
Quadrant,
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.