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 Kuwait and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Easy Going,
The Dead C,
Alton Ellis,
John Lydon,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Saints,
The J.B.'s,
Duran Duran,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eden Ahbez,
Slick Rick,
Eddi Front,
Scientists,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pylon,
Fatback Band,
Lightning Bolt,
MDC,
Henry Cow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalann,
Jawbox,
Alison Limerick,
the Swans,
Moss Icon,
Pole,
Gang Green,
Ralphi Rosario,
Masters at Work,
The Monochrome Set,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sparks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Accadde A,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Lynne,
Das Ding,
The Misunderstood,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra,
Erasure,
Underground Resistance,
Buzzcocks,
Ronnie Foster,
Mantronix,
Fad Gadget,
Fat Boys,
UT,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marmalade,
Thompson Twins,
The United States of America,
In Retrospect,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.