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 Nepal and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ken Boothe,
Clear Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harry Pussy,
Patti Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Copeland,
Crispy Ambulance,
F. McDonald,
Toni Rubio,
Main Source,
Sound Behaviour,
Erasure,
The Remains,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siglo XX,
DJ Style,
The Blues Magoos,
The Buckinghams,
Urselle,
Hardrive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Symarip,
Eden Ahbez,
Ronan,
Wally Richardson,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Lynne,
JFA,
Rosa Yemen,
Alton Ellis,
The Skatalites,
K-Klass,
Crooked Eye,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mars,
Delta 5,
The Trojans,
Spandau Ballet,
Silicon Teens,
Pylon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yaz,
The Knickerbockers,
Lightning Bolt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fluxion,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
In Retrospect,
Kas Product,
Don Cherry,
The Fugs,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.