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 Saudi Arabia and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
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 organ 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 The Gladiators to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
New Order,
New Age Steppers,
The Gories,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
EPMD,
Lalann,
Unrelated Segments,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül II,
Infiniti,
The Young Rascals,
The Last Poets,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Starr,
Kas Product,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
China Crisis,
Kurtis Blow,
Crime,
Smog,
Stiv Bators,
The Associates,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Flag,
F. McDonald,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echospace,
Niagra,
The Real Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Index,
Animal Collective,
New York Dolls,
Underground Resistance,
Gang of Four,
Joe Finger,
the Normal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
Curtis Mayfield,
Royal Trux,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Selecter,
The New Christs,
Graham Central Station,
Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Stooges,
Agent Orange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swans,
Robert Wyatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skaos,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.