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 Italy and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Qualms to the jazz 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Yusef Lateef,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Letta Mbulu,
Gichy Dan,
Morten Harket,
Monks,
The Smoke,
Skaos,
Metal Thangz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Knickerbockers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented,
Max Romeo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Young Marble Giants,
David Bowie,
Underground Resistance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hardrive,
The Misunderstood,
Adolescents,
The J.B.'s,
Skriet,
Arthur Verocai,
Barrington Levy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nirvana,
Erasure,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare,
Don Cherry,
Aaron Thompson,
The Selecter,
Sam Rivers,
Schoolly D,
Hasil Adkins,
Boz Scaggs,
Piero Umiliani,
Alton Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Con Funk Shun,
Intrusion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Green,
Harry Pussy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Starr,
Maurizio,
Minny Pops,
Crooked Eye,
Negative Approach,
Moss Icon,
Public Enemy,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.