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 Tajikistan and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jacob Miller to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Zero Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Adolescents,
Magazine,
PIL,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Bowie,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hardrive,
Steve Hackett,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pulsallama,
Sandy B,
Wally Richardson,
the Association,
Basic Channel,
Lou Christie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Guru Guru,
Essential Logic,
Max Romeo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swell Maps,
The Walker Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
KRS-One,
The Angels of Light,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris & Cosey,
Inner City,
Eric Copeland,
The Gladiators,
Eddi Front,
The Vogues,
The Young Rascals,
Rites of Spring,
Absolute Body Control,
ABC,
Rekid,
The Evens,
Kenny Larkin,
Letta Mbulu,
cv313,
Isaac Hayes,
Mr. Review,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tom Boy,
Vladislav Delay,
The Skatalites,
Moby Grape,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Happenings,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.