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 Hungary and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Dead Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
China Crisis,
Dennis Brown,
Lungfish,
Buzzcocks,
Anakelly,
Qualms,
Popol Vuh,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül,
Toni Rubio,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Moon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Intrusion,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Starr,
Au Pairs,
Kaleidoscope,
Scratch Acid,
Minny Pops,
Deadbeat,
Negative Approach,
Shuggie Otis,
Audionom,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yaz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sound,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Association,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiohead,
This Heat,
Porter Ricks,
The Red Krayola,
Scientists,
Tom Boy,
Nick Fraelich,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skaos,
Jeff Lynne,
a-ha,
Vladislav Delay,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lyres,
Cal Tjader,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roger Hodgson,
Average White Band,
Faust,
Royal Trux,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Residents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Supertramp,
Infiniti,
Talk Talk,
Shoche,
Fat Boys,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.