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 Korea North and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Leaves to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerri Chandler,
Average White Band,
Marc Almond,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blossom Toes,
48th St. Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Holt,
a-ha,
Scientists,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Slits,
ABC,
Hashim,
Malaria!,
Wolf Eyes,
Bush Tetras,
Motorama,
Eddi Front,
the Slits,
DJ Style,
Yusef Lateef,
Sugar Minott,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kas Product,
Fugazi,
The Moody Blues,
Minutemen,
Visage,
Marmalade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
ABBA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Davy DMX,
The Young Rascals,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terrestrial Tones,
Henry Cow,
Vainqueur,
Q and Not U,
Scratch Acid,
The Misunderstood,
Tom Boy,
H. Thieme,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.