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 Colombia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moss Icon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
David Bowie,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
DNA,
Wings,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris Corsano,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Lynne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mary Jane Girls,
Al Stewart,
Joensuu 1685,
Sight & Sound,
KRS-One,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang of Four,
The Dave Clark Five,
Porter Ricks,
Eurythmics,
The J.B.'s,
The New Christs,
Spoonie Gee,
The Misunderstood,
The Blues Magoos,
Skaos,
Depeche Mode,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moss Icon,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Music Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bad Manners,
New York Dolls,
Ronan,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Wyatt,
Quantec,
Maurizio,
Excepter,
Ornette Coleman,
Sister Nancy,
The Gories,
John Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Hill,
Gabor Szabo,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Zeros,
Intrusion,
Pantytec,
Nils Olav,
Ituana,
Skarface,
Trumans Water,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun City Girls,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.