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 South Africa and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Fugazi to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Chris Corsano,
Q and Not U,
K-Klass,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
CMW,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crime,
Brass Construction,
Marine Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joey Negro,
Bauhaus,
Oneida,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Bourne,
a-ha,
Audionom,
The Buckinghams,
Pagans,
R.M.O.,
Royal Trux,
the Association,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Moleskins,
Circle Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blackbyrds,
The New Christs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kaleidoscope,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moebius,
X-101,
Gregory Isaacs,
Theoretical Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bob Dylan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Index,
Porter Ricks,
The Cure,
The Invisible,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minutemen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Johnny Clarke,
Second Layer,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aaron Thompson,
Model 500,
Bobby Sherman,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.