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 Turkey and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the disco 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Jandek,
Jacques Brel,
The Moleskins,
Max Romeo,
Bob Dylan,
Graham Central Station,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Section 25,
Pierre Henry,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Television Personalities,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gong,
Arcadia,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skaos,
AZ,
Rites of Spring,
Pere Ubu,
Eric Dolphy,
Funkadelic,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
Franke,
In Retrospect,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
James White and The Blacks,
Aloha Tigers,
Masters at Work,
Ronan,
DJ Style,
Visage,
Donald Byrd,
Can,
Derrick May,
The Index,
Marvin Gaye,
Sparks,
The Fortunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Patti Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonic Youth,
B.T. Express,
Brand Nubian,
Simply Red,
Los Fastidios,
Icehouse,
The Motions,
K-Klass,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Morten Harket,
Joyce Sims,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.