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 Saudi Arabia and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Youth Brigade to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Womack. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aswad,
Neu!,
The Last Poets,
The Monks,
Steve Hackett,
Mantronix,
Country Teasers,
The Cure,
Kerri Chandler,
X-101,
Jerry's Kids,
The Tremeloes,
The Fuzztones,
Rufus Thomas,
Patti Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick Morgan,
48th St. Collective,
Camberwell Now,
These Immortal Souls,
Main Source,
John Lydon,
Quadrant,
The Selecter,
Hashim,
The Gun Club,
Symarip,
Todd Rundgren,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
The Motions,
Minnie Riperton,
La Düsseldorf,
Inner City,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun City Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Guru Guru,
Warren Ellis,
Fugazi,
Funky Four + One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalann,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mr. Review,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Zeros,
Scientists,
Wasted Youth,
Make Up,
Iggy Pop,
The Gladiators,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.