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 Estonia and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fugazi to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barry Ungar,
Franke,
Nick Fraelich,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young,
Swell Maps,
Dual Sessions,
Jeff Mills,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marmalade,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Certain Ratio,
Howard Jones,
Icehouse,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Age Steppers,
Warsaw,
Bill Wells,
Excepter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
Royal Trux,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jacques Brel,
Mad Mike,
The Gladiators,
Harry Pussy,
Siglo XX,
Erasure,
Flash Fearless,
Arthur Verocai,
Dawn Penn,
John Lydon,
Janne Schatter,
Soul II Soul,
Livin' Joy,
The Blues Magoos,
Make Up,
Chris & Cosey,
X-101,
The Moleskins,
Pulsallama,
The Happenings,
Dead Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cheater Slicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boredoms,
Urselle,
Average White Band,
New Order,
Eden Ahbez,
Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.