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 Swaziland and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Wire to the grime 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
The Kinks,
Sight & Sound,
OOIOO,
Shuggie Otis,
Cluster,
Neil Young,
The Trojans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Loose Ends,
Carl Craig,
Howard Jones,
Lyres,
kango's stein massive,
B.T. Express,
Kaleidoscope,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Associates,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Masters at Work,
The Buckinghams,
The Evens,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doors,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alton Ellis,
Nirvana,
The Pop Group,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sister Nancy,
Blancmange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
Pole,
Popol Vuh,
Funkadelic,
Theoretical Girls,
Quadrant,
Lucky Dragons,
The Smiths,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amazonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monochrome Set,
The Barracudas,
Traffic Nightmare,
a-ha,
Pussy Galore,
Oneida,
The Seeds,
Faust,
Warren Ellis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Little Man,
The Angels of Light,
AZ,
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.