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 Vanuatu and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Max Romeo 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Altered Images,
Infiniti,
The Grass Roots,
Japan,
The Real Kids,
Suburban Knight,
Supertramp,
The Five Americans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Animal Collective,
Joy Division,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Enemy,
Tommy Roe,
The Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Ultravox,
DNA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Halsall,
The Victims,
New York Dolls,
Black Flag,
Flash Fearless,
Mission of Burma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Sonics,
Anakelly,
The Moody Blues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dirtbombs,
Hashim,
In Retrospect,
Terry Callier,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronnie Foster,
Ronan,
The Doors,
Slave,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Black Dice,
Bad Manners,
David McCallum,
Bill Wells,
Prince Buster,
The Zeros,
Yellowson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tim Buckley,
Young Marble Giants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oneida,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.