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 Nauru and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Y Pants to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Bad Manners,
Cluster,
Harmonia,
Hashim,
Maleditus Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
New Age Steppers,
Lower 48,
K-Klass,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quadrant,
Kerri Chandler,
Model 500,
June of 44,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
AZ,
48th St. Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chris Corsano,
Todd Terry,
Funkadelic,
Japan,
Oneida,
Gang Starr,
Minny Pops,
Darondo,
Quantec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
Au Pairs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Grass Roots,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Martian,
Stetsasonic,
Mantronix,
Crispian St. Peters,
D'Angelo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Isaac Hayes,
Neu!,
Drexciya,
The Cure,
The Offenders,
Ronan,
Average White Band,
The Birthday Party,
Soul II Soul,
World's Most,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blake Baxter,
Fat Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
Hoover,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.