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 Sierra Leone and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Robert Hood to the crunk 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bluetip,
The J.B.'s,
Toni Rubio,
Unwound,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Near,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hasil Adkins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dirtbombs,
Nirvana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camberwell Now,
John Holt,
David Axelrod,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
cv313,
Make Up,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skaos,
New Age Steppers,
Althea and Donna,
Mark Hollis,
EPMD,
Harmonia,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donny Hathaway,
Nils Olav,
Jandek,
Gichy Dan,
The Fugs,
Archie Shepp,
Graham Central Station,
Swell Maps,
The Happenings,
Aural Exciters,
Reuben Wilson,
Lungfish,
Aloha Tigers,
Nas,
Brand Nubian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oneida,
Monks,
Half Japanese,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Zeros,
PIL,
Icehouse,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric Dolphy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.