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 Zambia and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Lee Hazlewood to the punk 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
The J.B.'s,
Isaac Hayes,
Faust,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
AZ,
Rekid,
The Kinks,
Can,
Joyce Sims,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moby Grape,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick Morgan,
The Grass Roots,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
The Vogues,
Gichy Dan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slackers,
Roxette,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
OOIOO,
Lucky Dragons,
X-Ray Spex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Names,
Scan 7,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Cymande,
Harry Pussy,
Wings,
Joey Negro,
Audionom,
Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Depeche Mode,
Cybotron,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Selecter,
the Association,
The Evens,
Roxy Music,
Wasted Youth,
Mr. Review,
K-Klass,
Khruangbin,
Al Stewart,
Faraquet,
Rapeman,
Das Ding,
Brick,
The Fortunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Foxx,
Main Source,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.