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 Botswana and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Clear Light to the grunge 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Sheep,
Rakim,
the Association,
The Names,
Nils Olav,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Subhumans,
Tim Buckley,
B.T. Express,
Lower 48,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sarah Menescal,
Underground Resistance,
Donald Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Von Mondo,
Dave Gahan,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Byrd,
Rapeman,
Isaac Hayes,
Godley & Creme,
Stetsasonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Archie Shepp,
The Mummies,
Eli Mardock,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker,
Derrick May,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Leaves,
Swans,
Fear,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Amazonics,
Zero Boys,
Khruangbin,
Joensuu 1685,
Chrome,
Outsiders,
Mr. Review,
Schoolly D,
The Busters,
The Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lindisfarne,
Hot Snakes,
Pussy Galore,
Gang of Four,
The Blackbyrds,
Symarip,
The Seeds,
John Coltrane,
Sandy B,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.