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 Serbia 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Trumans Water to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pop Group,
David Bowie,
Easy Going,
Skarface,
Black Sheep,
Visage,
Infiniti,
Lakeside,
La Düsseldorf,
the Sonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Fela Kuti,
The New Christs,
Au Pairs,
The Stooges,
Crash Course in Science,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minnie Riperton,
Fugazi,
June Days,
Sällskapet,
Agitation Free,
Anthony Braxton,
Suburban Knight,
The Slackers,
cv313,
The J.B.'s,
The Fuzztones,
Ultravox,
John Foxx,
Second Layer,
Model 500,
The American Breed,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Fluxion,
Shoche,
Susan Cadogan,
Yaz,
Ossler,
The Associates,
Alton Ellis,
Brick,
Chrome,
The Toasters,
The Searchers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minutemen,
David Axelrod,
Scan 7,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dirtbombs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.