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 Syria and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rock 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Andrew Hill,
Underground Resistance,
Gang of Four,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dennis Brown,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Almond,
Marvin Gaye,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
The Golliwogs,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Music Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minny Pops,
10cc,
Cameo,
DJ Style,
Bad Manners,
Pylon,
Kurtis Blow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Livin' Joy,
Moss Icon,
Minutemen,
Desert Stars,
One Last Wish,
The Red Krayola,
Heaven 17,
Joe Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agitation Free,
Kerri Chandler,
Cal Tjader,
The Remains,
Stereo Dub,
Sister Nancy,
The Tremeloes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Mark Hollis,
Deepchord,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Birthday Party,
Clear Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scientists,
Ohio Players,
Oneida,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Toasters,
Groovy Waters,
Organ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.