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 Seychelles and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 David Bowie 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 The Seeds to the disco 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
New Order,
Alton Ellis,
Lalann,
The Misunderstood,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy Collins,
Wings,
Arab on Radar,
The Victims,
Darondo,
Man Parrish,
Rakim,
Roxy Music,
The Dead C,
Los Fastidios,
Suburban Knight,
Goldenarms,
The Grass Roots,
Accadde A,
EPMD,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siglo XX,
The Walker Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Schoolly D,
Second Layer,
Little Man,
Lungfish,
Agitation Free,
Erykah Badu,
Jawbox,
John Coltrane,
The Count Five,
Sällskapet,
Rekid,
Jacques Brel,
Peter & Gordon,
X-101,
The Fortunes,
Underground Resistance,
The Wake,
Funkadelic,
Nas,
The Invisible,
Peter and Kerry,
The Martian,
Khruangbin,
Bob Dylan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bronski Beat,
The Offenders,
The Blackbyrds,
Swans,
Crash Course in Science,
Au Pairs,
Reuben Wilson,
The Index,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marshall Jefferson,
The Toasters,
Talk Talk,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.