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 Algeria and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Circle Jerks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eli Mardock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Livin' Joy,
Gabor Szabo,
kango's stein massive,
Franke,
The Offenders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slackers,
Absolute Body Control,
Mr. Review,
Judy Mowatt,
Hasil Adkins,
The Real Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
Fatback Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Das Ding,
Delta 5,
Boz Scaggs,
Sound Behaviour,
Godley & Creme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cheater Slicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Interpol,
Monks,
Moby Grape,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Womack,
John Coltrane,
Donald Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
Stetsasonic,
Pylon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pole,
Leonard Cohen,
OOIOO,
Porter Ricks,
Mission of Burma,
Moebius,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Last Poets,
JFA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soul II Soul,
Ronan,
Hoover,
Youth Brigade,
the Normal,
Joensuu 1685,
Henry Cow,
Lower 48,
The Evens,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.