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 the UAE and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 The Names to the grunge 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Real Kids,
The Cure,
The Smoke,
John Lydon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Funkadelic,
Anthony Braxton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monks,
T. Rex,
Todd Rundgren,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jawbox,
Lyres,
Stiv Bators,
Fatback Band,
John Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
LL Cool J,
Gabor Szabo,
L. Decosne,
Charles Mingus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Model 500,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Sonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Saints,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donald Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tres Demented,
Skaos,
Ludus,
Public Enemy,
EPMD,
Shuggie Otis,
Infiniti,
Peter & Gordon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Royal Trux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Music Machine,
The Gap Band,
Popol Vuh,
The Zeros,
Bush Tetras,
Swell Maps,
June of 44,
La Düsseldorf,
Sister Nancy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.