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 Estonia and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the jazz 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Jerry's Kids,
Rekid,
Rosa Yemen,
Main Source,
James White and The Blacks,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Red Krayola,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joy Division,
Slick Rick,
China Crisis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Smog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lindisfarne,
Moss Icon,
Suburban Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Saints,
Electric Prunes,
Glenn Branca,
Talk Talk,
Black Pus,
Public Enemy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Sheep,
Massinfluence,
Jawbox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Audionom,
The Moleskins,
Pantytec,
Anthony Braxton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Womack,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
R.M.O.,
The Leaves,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Misunderstood,
The Skatalites,
Vladislav Delay,
Alice Coltrane,
Section 25,
The Vogues,
Fatback Band,
Rapeman,
Underground Resistance,
The Cowsills,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mojo Men,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dead Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sonics,
Oneida,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.