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 Luxembourg and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 The Dave Clark Five to the electroclash 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice 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?
Deakin,
Jeff Mills,
cv313,
Barrington Levy,
The Leaves,
Deepchord,
Fluxion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agent Orange,
In Retrospect,
Symarip,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed,
Blancmange,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Prince Buster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lyres,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ohio Players,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Bananas,
Morten Harket,
Althea and Donna,
James White and The Blacks,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
Y Pants,
The Mummies,
Half Japanese,
The Velvet Underground,
Moebius,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scion,
Yellowson,
The Raincoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalann,
Eve St. Jones,
The Walker Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Youth Brigade,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra,
Scratch Acid,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gastr Del Sol,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alphaville,
Archie Shepp,
China Crisis,
The Sound,
Magazine,
The Happenings,
The Fuzztones,
Black Pus,
Steve Hackett,
The Five Americans,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.