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 Germany and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Robert Palmer 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 Roy Ayers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
UT,
Davy DMX,
Cal Tjader,
Mantronix,
Curtis Mayfield,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric B and Rakim,
Clear Light,
Cluster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Foxx,
Spoonie Gee,
Outsiders,
the Association,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Surgeon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young,
Minutemen,
Jawbox,
The Fortunes,
Pole,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pop Group,
Silicon Teens,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gun Club,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Near,
Bronski Beat,
The Searchers,
Matthew Halsall,
Anthony Braxton,
Nirvana,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Sonics,
The Martian,
Chrome,
Josef K,
DJ Style,
Fugazi,
Symarip,
Drexciya,
Saccharine Trust,
Eve St. Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
Joensuu 1685,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eurythmics,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Pretty Things,
Slave,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cybotron,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.