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 Colombia and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 DNA to the crunk 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Mark Hollis,
Duran Duran,
Underground Resistance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Subhumans,
B.T. Express,
Lee Hazlewood,
Colin Newman,
Television,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
K-Klass,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Slick Rick,
Joyce Sims,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Style,
Funky Four + One,
Essential Logic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Girls At Our Best!,
Toni Rubio,
Don Cherry,
Second Layer,
Siglo XX,
the Human League,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Smoke,
The Dirtbombs,
Pylon,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Almond,
Arcadia,
Soulsonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fat Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Main Source,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crooked Eye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Offenders,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Golliwogs,
Josef K,
Avey Tare,
Infiniti,
Sound Behaviour,
Franke,
Excepter,
Pagans,
Procol Harum,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neu!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultra Naté,
Vainqueur,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.