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 Sierra Leone and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Loose Ends to the rock 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Eric Dolphy,
The Real Kids,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Sherman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ice-T,
F. McDonald,
Reagan Youth,
Bluetip,
Camouflage,
The Dave Clark Five,
Procol Harum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lungfish,
The Names,
Nik Kershaw,
The Stooges,
Jerry's Kids,
Quantec,
The Black Dice,
Jacques Brel,
Chris Corsano,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Wyatt,
Rod Modell,
Ohio Players,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Desert Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Grass Roots,
Rosa Yemen,
John Cale,
World's Most,
Sällskapet,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Althea and Donna,
Schoolly D,
Rakim,
Malaria!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David Bowie,
Man Parrish,
Faust,
Pagans,
The Walker Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thee Headcoats,
Hardrive,
Gabor Szabo,
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aural Exciters,
The Music Machine,
Fat Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.