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 South Sudan and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 June of 44 to the dance 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tommy Roe,
The Evens,
The Victims,
Brand Nubian,
The Tremeloes,
Piero Umiliani,
Hardrive,
Saccharine Trust,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Machine,
Eddi Front,
Monolake,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smiths,
Eurythmics,
The Fugs,
a-ha,
Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Juan Atkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Altered Images,
The Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
X-102,
New York Dolls,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick May,
Easy Going,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rotary Connection,
ABC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agitation Free,
Kurtis Blow,
Steve Hackett,
Theoretical Girls,
Angry Samoans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Patti Smith,
Boredoms,
The Dead C,
Pole,
Banda Bassotti,
Isaac Hayes,
Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
Average White Band,
The Doors,
The Pretty Things,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Archie Shepp,
Ponytail,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
June of 44,
The Searchers,
Infiniti,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.