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 Vietnam and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Pole,
Amon Düül,
Robert Görl,
Little Man,
The Mummies,
Theoretical Girls,
D'Angelo,
Kool Moe Dee,
June of 44,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Copeland,
Wolf Eyes,
Pussy Galore,
Desert Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Amazonics,
The J.B.'s,
Freddie Wadling,
Interpol,
Underground Resistance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joey Negro,
Pere Ubu,
Shoche,
Supertramp,
June Days,
The Human League,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Halsall,
Lakeside,
Delon & Dalcan,
Toni Rubio,
Bad Manners,
The Names,
Faraquet,
Oneida,
Agent Orange,
The Saints,
The Doors,
Kerri Chandler,
FM Einheit,
Alphaville,
Derrick Morgan,
a-ha,
Television,
Marvin Gaye,
Kayak,
Henry Cow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bush Tetras,
Heaven 17,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry's Kids,
John Foxx,
Ronan,
Sound Behaviour,
U.S. Maple,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.