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 Spain and from London.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 The Seeds to the grime 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Heaven 17,
Robert Wyatt,
Skaos,
Los Fastidios,
The Invisible,
Symarip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Intrusion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Teasers,
Second Layer,
June Days,
Visage,
Barclay James Harvest,
KRS-One,
Adolescents,
AZ,
K-Klass,
Junior Murvin,
Bang On A Can,
Clear Light,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Fraelich,
Dennis Brown,
The Vogues,
Warsaw,
The Dead C,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Modern Lovers,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
The Moody Blues,
Unwound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Flag,
Sugar Minott,
Roger Hodgson,
Ronan,
Scan 7,
Kerri Chandler,
Pussy Galore,
The Slits,
E-Dancer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Terry,
The Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young,
DJ Style,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minor Threat,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.