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 Estonia and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bush Tetras to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Slave,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alice Coltrane,
Godley & Creme,
Schoolly D,
Joyce Sims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fela Kuti,
Adolescents,
The Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ituana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Buckinghams,
Absolute Body Control,
Pylon,
Pulsallama,
Minor Threat,
Lyres,
Desert Stars,
Goldenarms,
Nirvana,
Parry Music,
LL Cool J,
Deepchord,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris & Cosey,
Motorama,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Soft Cell,
The Trojans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
In Retrospect,
Danielle Patucci,
Hardrive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Subhumans,
Eric Dolphy,
Tears for Fears,
Eric B and Rakim,
Loose Ends,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DNA,
Steve Hackett,
The Tremeloes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Whodini,
Q and Not U,
Organ,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Prunes,
Japan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Procol Harum,
The Seeds,
The Invisible,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.