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 Mauritius and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 The Sonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smoke,
Ronan,
Blossom Toes,
Jawbox,
Nils Olav,
Tom Boy,
Reuben Wilson,
Sonic Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Parrish,
Sällskapet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aural Exciters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slave,
Motorama,
The Fugs,
a-ha,
Juan Atkins,
Idris Muhammad,
The Human League,
The Stooges,
Tubeway Army,
Von Mondo,
Soft Machine,
The Cowsills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Swans,
Eddi Front,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Guru Guru,
Trumans Water,
June of 44,
Dennis Brown,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wolf Eyes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Little Man,
Arthur Verocai,
Scientists,
Pulsallama,
Fugazi,
Essential Logic,
Fear,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Simply Red,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Sneak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Young Rascals,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.