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 Nigeria and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soft Cell to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June of 44,
Terry Callier,
Roxette,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sixth Finger,
Jandek,
Nation of Ulysses,
La Düsseldorf,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Sheep,
The Gun Club,
Warsaw,
The Busters,
Circle Jerks,
Duran Duran,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minutemen,
Bobby Sherman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Monolake,
Guru Guru,
Alton Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Idris Muhammad,
The Evens,
the Slits,
The Mummies,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fugazi,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cramps,
Masters at Work,
Banda Bassotti,
Davy DMX,
Smog,
Talk Talk,
Absolute Body Control,
Television,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
OOIOO,
Crash Course in Science,
The Saints,
Ultravox,
Panda Bear,
David McCallum,
Ohio Players,
Basic Channel,
Mars,
Yellowson,
Scan 7,
FM Einheit,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.