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 Uruguay and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Moby Grape to the grunge 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Sound Behaviour,
Soulsonic Force,
Animal Collective,
Quando Quango,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Average White Band,
The Sonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cameo,
KRS-One,
Yazoo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Fraelich,
Rotary Connection,
Basic Channel,
Sixth Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Underground Resistance,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Searchers,
Jeff Lynne,
Newcleus,
The Saints,
The Stooges,
X-102,
Gang Gang Dance,
Parry Music,
Pierre Henry,
Brand Nubian,
Minor Threat,
Dave Gahan,
Vainqueur,
the Germs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Hill,
Outsiders,
The Blues Magoos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Invisible,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry's Kids,
Rekid,
DNA,
Fat Boys,
The Busters,
Eddi Front,
Monks,
Albert Ayler,
Von Mondo,
X-Ray Spex,
the Human League,
Trumans Water,
The Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magazine,
Schoolly D,
Bush Tetras,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.