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 Austria and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Accadde A to the jazz 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Wasted Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Saccharine Trust,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Banda Bassotti,
Arab on Radar,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fela Kuti,
Severed Heads,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Young Rascals,
John Lydon,
Whodini,
Visage,
Ronnie Foster,
Dark Day,
Fugazi,
Mars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slackers,
James White and The Blacks,
Talk Talk,
Pylon,
The Leaves,
Fat Boys,
Faraquet,
Altered Images,
Kayak,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rekid,
Bluetip,
Donald Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
Don Cherry,
MC5,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare,
The Monochrome Set,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wings,
Susan Cadogan,
Scan 7,
X-101,
Vladislav Delay,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chrome,
Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Zero Boys,
Subhumans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rod Modell,
Das Ding,
Lucky Dragons,
Guru Guru,
Eric Dolphy,
Goldenarms,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.