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 Mali and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Bob Dylan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Crooked Eye,
Funky Four + One,
The Divine Comedy,
Tim Buckley,
Sandy B,
Fat Boys,
Black Pus,
Echospace,
Yusef Lateef,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Last Poets,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Count Five,
Monolake,
Ossler,
Soul II Soul,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amazonics,
Arcadia,
Joe Finger,
Metal Thangz,
The Slackers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scan 7,
Excepter,
Warren Ellis,
Essential Logic,
Eric Copeland,
Fugazi,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
UT,
Black Moon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camouflage,
The Index,
cv313,
Iggy Pop,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Eating Sloth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gladiators,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ten City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Todd Terry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Busters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultravox,
Aswad,
Eric Dolphy,
Anakelly,
Lakeside,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantytec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.