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 Samoa and from London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lyres to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All The Wake 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Procol Harum,
Gerry Rafferty,
Talk Talk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Technova,
Andrew Hill,
The Last Poets,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang On A Can,
The Move,
The American Breed,
Bill Near,
Ten City,
Roxette,
Section 25,
Oblivians,
OOIOO,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nirvana,
E-Dancer,
The Busters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jawbox,
Anakelly,
Kool Moe Dee,
Porter Ricks,
a-ha,
The Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
Brass Construction,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fortunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pussy Galore,
Rites of Spring,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Womack,
Simply Red,
Kerri Chandler,
Donald Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Massinfluence,
Loose Ends,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Dolphy,
CMW,
Lower 48,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dennis Brown,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unwound,
Jacques Brel,
Spoonie Gee,
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Terry,
Eli Mardock,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.