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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Arthur Verocai to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Funky Four + One,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donald Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bob Dylan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bauhaus,
Outsiders,
FM Einheit,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jacob Miller,
The Detroit Cobras,
Connie Case,
Dave Gahan,
Marmalade,
Q65,
Reagan Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Motorama,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arab on Radar,
Black Moon,
Groovy Waters,
Scion,
Joe Finger,
Drexciya,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
The United States of America,
JFA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fatback Band,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flipper,
The Happenings,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neu!,
Rites of Spring,
Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
Blake Baxter,
June of 44,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlback,
Y Pants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Skatalites,
Yellowson,
Robert Görl,
Lungfish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mojo Men,
The Golliwogs,
The Sonics,
AZ,
Cecil Taylor,
Easy Going,
Bill Wells,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.