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 Senegal and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 In Retrospect to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Index,
The Golliwogs,
The Fugs,
Lightning Bolt,
Carl Craig,
D'Angelo,
Eden Ahbez,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blancmange,
The J.B.'s,
Thee Headcoats,
Marvin Gaye,
Pantytec,
Urselle,
EPMD,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Foxx,
The Pretty Things,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jawbox,
The Trojans,
Anakelly,
ABBA,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed,
Pole,
Sonic Youth,
Negative Approach,
Ludus,
The Dead C,
the Bar-Kays,
The Skatalites,
David Axelrod,
The Monochrome Set,
Brand Nubian,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare,
Bad Manners,
Moebius,
Unwound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young,
L. Decosne,
Surgeon,
Youth Brigade,
The Busters,
A Certain Ratio,
Magma,
Mantronix,
Jeff Lynne,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gladiators,
Roger Hodgson,
Silicon Teens,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.