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 Laos and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 The Dead C to the dance 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chrome,
Maurizio,
The Seeds,
Zero Boys,
Barrington Levy,
The Slackers,
Section 25,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radio Birdman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerri Chandler,
Joe Smooth,
The Skatalites,
The Remains,
Nas,
Roy Ayers,
Underground Resistance,
The Offenders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Funky Four + One,
The Grass Roots,
Eden Ahbez,
Angry Samoans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gabor Szabo,
Grey Daturas,
Oblivians,
The Toasters,
Morten Harket,
Organ,
The New Christs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Black Dice,
Minutemen,
Black Flag,
Cheater Slicks,
Marine Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Carl Craig,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crispy Ambulance,
10cc,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Panda Bear,
The Gun Club,
Yusef Lateef,
Faust,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amazonics,
Main Source,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Desert Stars,
David Bowie,
Matthew Halsall,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.