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 Eritrea and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Human League,
Steve Hackett,
The Evens,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Terry,
Lou Christie,
Gong,
Rekid,
cv313,
Rufus Thomas,
Trumans Water,
Anthony Braxton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Neon Judgement,
Loose Ends,
Erasure,
UT,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang of Four,
Babytalk,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Mills,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Barracudas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cameo,
The Fire Engines,
The Wake,
June Days,
Motorama,
Metal Thangz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rapeman,
Whodini,
Minutemen,
The Leaves,
This Heat,
Quadrant,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Names,
the Swans,
E-Dancer,
Althea and Donna,
Byron Stingily,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Invisible,
Susan Cadogan,
Niagra,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül II,
Black Pus,
La Düsseldorf,
Pagans,
Suicide,
Joey Negro,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.