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 Tanzania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grunge 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Fat Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Underground Resistance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül II,
Peter & Gordon,
Charles Mingus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rosa Yemen,
The Evens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mr. Review,
Sam Rivers,
Piero Umiliani,
The Leaves,
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Lydon,
Crime,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liliput,
The Real Kids,
Bauhaus,
Das Ding,
Outsiders,
Brick,
Sugar Minott,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Christie,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Dual Sessions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Make Up,
Godley & Creme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Niagra,
The Stooges,
Wolf Eyes,
Porter Ricks,
Brothers Johnson,
The Barracudas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Essential Logic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spandau Ballet,
Sandy B,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra,
Yellowson,
Section 25,
Bobby Hutcherson,
L. Decosne,
Sight & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.