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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rotary Connection to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bob Dylan,
Chrome,
Pole,
Cybotron,
Brass Construction,
The Young Rascals,
Average White Band,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Mills,
Rod Modell,
Simply Red,
Pussy Galore,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
John Lydon,
Nik Kershaw,
Yazoo,
Qualms,
The New Christs,
Aloha Tigers,
Donny Hathaway,
Second Layer,
Black Flag,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fuzztones,
Black Bananas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Golliwogs,
Oneida,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amon Düül II,
Hot Snakes,
Rakim,
The Beau Brummels,
a-ha,
48th St. Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-Ray Spex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blancmange,
K-Klass,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Byrd,
Gong,
Eric Dolphy,
the Association,
the Germs,
Todd Terry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Subhumans,
The Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
Roxy Music,
Moebius,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.