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 Kosovo and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Misunderstood to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slave,
Man Parrish,
Marine Girls,
Brass Construction,
Lyres,
Television,
Aaron Thompson,
The Real Kids,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cameo,
Average White Band,
Arab on Radar,
Rotary Connection,
The Victims,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Dolphy,
LL Cool J,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
Pantytec,
E-Dancer,
The Searchers,
Alphaville,
Khruangbin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Index,
Alton Ellis,
The J.B.'s,
Danielle Patucci,
Faraquet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
AZ,
Junior Murvin,
Schoolly D,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oneida,
Nation of Ulysses,
Au Pairs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Teasers,
Archie Shepp,
Grauzone,
UT,
Hashim,
Malaria!,
The Birthday Party,
The Happenings,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Basic Channel,
Little Man,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Smog,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Massinfluence,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.