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 Morocco and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soul II Soul to the grime 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Blake Baxter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Cale,
Jandek,
Television,
Erasure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eurythmics,
The Names,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
UT,
Black Flag,
Boz Scaggs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacques Brel,
Y Pants,
Marc Almond,
Gabor Szabo,
Babytalk,
cv313,
Joe Smooth,
The Golliwogs,
Marine Girls,
Delta 5,
Essential Logic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Searchers,
Warsaw,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barbara Tucker,
Ice-T,
a-ha,
Eric Dolphy,
Agitation Free,
Schoolly D,
Althea and Donna,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eli Mardock,
Angry Samoans,
L. Decosne,
Parry Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rotary Connection,
Minor Threat,
Ponytail,
The Standells,
Scott Walker,
Vainqueur,
Max Romeo,
Aswad,
Amon Düül,
Terry Callier,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.