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 Guatemala and from London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Junior Murvin to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mojo Men,
This Heat,
Fluxion,
B.T. Express,
Fat Boys,
Nirvana,
Symarip,
Swans,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Christie,
Susan Cadogan,
Cluster,
Darondo,
Lucky Dragons,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxette,
Camouflage,
Procol Harum,
Unwound,
The Move,
Unrelated Segments,
Idris Muhammad,
Con Funk Shun,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-101,
Aswad,
Dawn Penn,
D'Angelo,
Chris Corsano,
A Certain Ratio,
The Index,
Byron Stingily,
Infiniti,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Q and Not U,
Animal Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
E-Dancer,
Janne Schatter,
Man Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
The Last Poets,
Moby Grape,
Derrick Morgan,
Bluetip,
Babytalk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
10cc,
Amon Düül II,
Ituana,
T.S.O.L.,
Trumans Water,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Germs,
Stereo Dub,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.