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 Israel 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Offenders to the techno 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Hardrive,
Moss Icon,
Judy Mowatt,
Wasted Youth,
Deadbeat,
Banda Bassotti,
Minny Pops,
The Remains,
Harry Pussy,
Basic Channel,
Aural Exciters,
Juan Atkins,
Darondo,
Simply Red,
The Barracudas,
the Swans,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Green,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Monks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MC5,
Thompson Twins,
Heaven 17,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brass Construction,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Infiniti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
LL Cool J,
Index,
Danielle Patucci,
Lyres,
Television Personalities,
Pantytec,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Motions,
Trumans Water,
Flash Fearless,
Yazoo,
One Last Wish,
Visage,
The Grass Roots,
Tres Demented,
Ornette Coleman,
The Busters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sam Rivers,
Little Man,
Audionom,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
The Smoke,
The Count Five,
Second Layer,
Shuggie Otis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.