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 Singapore and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Royal Trux to the rap 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
The Skatalites,
DNA,
The Walker Brothers,
Nico,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tim Buckley,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
MC5,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Newcleus,
Warren Ellis,
Television,
Black Moon,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker,
John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
Sex Pistols,
Anthony Braxton,
Bauhaus,
Bill Near,
Dual Sessions,
cv313,
Terry Callier,
The American Breed,
Animal Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Terry,
Unrelated Segments,
the Association,
Audionom,
Q and Not U,
World's Most,
Trumans Water,
Gong,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heaven 17,
The Searchers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Severed Heads,
Carl Craig,
Max Romeo,
Godley & Creme,
Wally Richardson,
John Foxx,
Nils Olav,
Smog,
James White and The Blacks,
Agent Orange,
The Doors,
Rod Modell,
Barrington Levy,
Urselle,
A Certain Ratio,
Massinfluence,
Rakim,
New Order,
Popol Vuh,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.