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 Indonesia and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lyres to the dance 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zero Boys,
The Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
Darondo,
Radiohead,
Sight & Sound,
Animal Collective,
The Cramps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barbara Tucker,
Barry Ungar,
B.T. Express,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Slave,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gun Club,
Piero Umiliani,
Camberwell Now,
10cc,
The Fortunes,
Scan 7,
K-Klass,
Visage,
the Soft Cell,
Franke,
Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skarface,
Don Cherry,
Isaac Hayes,
Cameo,
the Bar-Kays,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
Freddie Wadling,
June Days,
Eric Copeland,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Banda Bassotti,
Nils Olav,
Ken Boothe,
The Skatalites,
The Saints,
Unrelated Segments,
Pet Shop Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Mandrill,
China Crisis,
Mr. Review,
Brand Nubian,
The Busters,
Deepchord,
Spoonie Gee,
Godley & Creme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Wyatt,
Shoche,
The Red Krayola,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.