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 Mauritius and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Dennis Brown,
Rapeman,
Blake Baxter,
Sun City Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Foxx,
Silicon Teens,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pulsallama,
The Tremeloes,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Evens,
Pantaleimon,
Sex Pistols,
E-Dancer,
The Motions,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Vogues,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barry Ungar,
Saccharine Trust,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rod Modell,
Chrome,
JFA,
Monks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fortunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sight & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blues Magoos,
Gichy Dan,
Aaron Thompson,
Minutemen,
Icehouse,
A Certain Ratio,
Average White Band,
Surgeon,
The Buckinghams,
Scrapy,
H. Thieme,
Quantec,
Country Teasers,
The Velvet Underground,
Livin' Joy,
Barrington Levy,
The Cramps,
Unrelated Segments,
Janne Schatter,
Grey Daturas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Rites of Spring,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.