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 Saudi Arabia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scion to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Marvin Gaye,
Sonny Sharrock,
Groovy Waters,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers,
Toni Rubio,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Starr,
The Seeds,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faraquet,
R.M.O.,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blackbyrds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Audionom,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minnie Riperton,
Dead Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vladislav Delay,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Raincoats,
New York Dolls,
Danielle Patucci,
World's Most,
Main Source,
Jacob Miller,
Angry Samoans,
Gabor Szabo,
Bob Dylan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
One Last Wish,
Wolf Eyes,
Ornette Coleman,
Moss Icon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Shoche,
Joy Division,
The Martian,
Lyres,
Magma,
Ice-T,
The Star Department,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ponytail,
Gerry Rafferty,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boz Scaggs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
CMW,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.