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 Djibouti and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Brass Construction to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Absolute Body Control,
Jacob Miller,
48th St. Collective,
Negative Approach,
The Gap Band,
The Busters,
Brass Construction,
The Residents,
Hot Snakes,
Neu!,
Motorama,
The Happenings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fela Kuti,
The Music Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Faust,
Magma,
Gong,
Terry Callier,
The Invisible,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wolf Eyes,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blues Magoos,
F. McDonald,
The Smiths,
Quantec,
The Fortunes,
a-ha,
the Normal,
Slick Rick,
Essential Logic,
Lower 48,
Ornette Coleman,
Prince Buster,
Boredoms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Hill,
China Crisis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Franke,
Rekid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crash Course in Science,
Gabor Szabo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visage,
DJ Sneak,
AZ,
Skriet,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.