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 Sweden and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pylon to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Last Poets,
Motorama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scion,
Deakin,
Tommy Roe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harmonia,
Junior Murvin,
The Monochrome Set,
Toni Rubio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Germs,
Kurtis Blow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deadbeat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camberwell Now,
Dead Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Tom Boy,
Tres Demented,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
D'Angelo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erykah Badu,
Ten City,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Tremeloes,
Flash Fearless,
Heaven 17,
Faraquet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cowsills,
Vladislav Delay,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Womack,
Average White Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chrome,
Robert Görl,
ABBA,
The Slackers,
The Moleskins,
Shuggie Otis,
Wire,
Mandrill,
Sam Rivers,
Agent Orange,
Popol Vuh,
Altered Images,
Jerry's Kids,
The Vogues,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.