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 Monaco and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Chrome to the crunk 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Neil Young,
Al Stewart,
The Modern Lovers,
Camberwell Now,
CMW,
Qualms,
Blossom Toes,
Kurtis Blow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Blues Magoos,
Masters at Work,
The Toasters,
The Black Dice,
Dual Sessions,
Suicide,
Black Sheep,
The Mummies,
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Clarke,
Panda Bear,
Soul Sonic Force,
Delon & Dalcan,
Circle Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
Y Pants,
Television Personalities,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fluxion,
Fad Gadget,
Heaven 17,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Lynne,
Nas,
Carl Craig,
Mandrill,
Jandek,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Human League,
Darondo,
David Axelrod,
Agitation Free,
Chris & Cosey,
Henry Cow,
Arthur Verocai,
The Barracudas,
Marvin Gaye,
Faust,
The Blackbyrds,
Patti Smith,
Neu!,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Searchers,
The Cowsills,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aural Exciters,
Zero Boys,
The Raincoats,
Archie Shepp,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.