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 Grenada and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Bob Dylan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Sugar Minott,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neu!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cheater Slicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rites of Spring,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
U.S. Maple,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chrome,
the Bar-Kays,
Slave,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Danielle Patucci,
Kenny Larkin,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers,
LL Cool J,
Clear Light,
Bootsy Collins,
Tim Buckley,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Derrick May,
Brothers Johnson,
Cluster,
Angry Samoans,
Joyce Sims,
Minor Threat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gabor Szabo,
Rotary Connection,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Modern Lovers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Trojans,
Buzzcocks,
The Dirtbombs,
La Düsseldorf,
Ash Ra Tempel,
UT,
Nils Olav,
The Knickerbockers,
The Saints,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Oblivians,
Jawbox,
The Vogues,
Mantronix,
Stiv Bators,
Ituana,
June of 44,
cv313,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Victims,
The Pretty Things,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.