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 Namibia and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alice Coltrane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bluetip,
Blancmange,
Icehouse,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ludus,
LL Cool J,
Black Flag,
The Cramps,
Traffic Nightmare,
R.M.O.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fela Kuti,
Albert Ayler,
June of 44,
Neil Young,
The Slackers,
the Association,
Outsiders,
Negative Approach,
Television,
Silicon Teens,
Niagra,
the Bar-Kays,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Motions,
Ponytail,
Quando Quango,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
The Velvet Underground,
Lalann,
Alice Coltrane,
Newcleus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rakim,
Nik Kershaw,
Fat Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warsaw,
Index,
Japan,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Skatalites,
Trumans Water,
Schoolly D,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Section 25,
cv313,
The Knickerbockers,
Dawn Penn,
Liliput,
The Moody Blues,
Terry Callier,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doors,
Ralphi Rosario,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.