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 Liberia and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grime 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
The Motions,
The Associates,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-101,
Black Pus,
Blancmange,
Fear,
Reuben Wilson,
Mars,
Gong,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Teasers,
Negative Approach,
Rekid,
Mission of Burma,
The Vogues,
Radio Birdman,
Drexciya,
The Fortunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Marvin Gaye,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mandrill,
Y Pants,
OOIOO,
Jacob Miller,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
One Last Wish,
Deakin,
the Fania All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
E-Dancer,
Organ,
X-Ray Spex,
Mad Mike,
Scan 7,
Vainqueur,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Sherman,
Cameo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Move,
Intrusion,
New York Dolls,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swell Maps,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Order,
Barrington Levy,
Judy Mowatt,
Icehouse,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quando Quango,
Erykah Badu,
PIL,
Khruangbin,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.