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 Ukraine and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 The Slackers to the jazz 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fear,
The Knickerbockers,
The Smiths,
Roger Hodgson,
Agitation Free,
Glenn Branca,
Bronski Beat,
Nation of Ulysses,
New York Dolls,
10cc,
Bad Manners,
Nas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DNA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Janne Schatter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Main Source,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Pretty Things,
Don Cherry,
Visage,
Connie Case,
Siglo XX,
The Angels of Light,
Yazoo,
the Slits,
AZ,
The Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
In Retrospect,
Tim Buckley,
The Pop Group,
Gang Starr,
Brick,
Wings,
Lindisfarne,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
David Bowie,
Ice-T,
Stereo Dub,
Sällskapet,
The Fugs,
Quando Quango,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dawn Penn,
Duran Duran,
Yusef Lateef,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brothers Johnson,
Gichy Dan,
Ronan,
Tom Boy,
Al Stewart,
Carl Craig,
Kenny Larkin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.