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 Serbia and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Holger Czukay 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Iggy Pop,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick Morgan,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed,
L. Decosne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Buzzcocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cameo,
Letta Mbulu,
Tubeway Army,
Accadde A,
EPMD,
The Knickerbockers,
the Germs,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacob Miller,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Bowie,
Rekid,
Radio Birdman,
Byron Stingily,
Tom Boy,
Japan,
Brothers Johnson,
Eli Mardock,
Pulsallama,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra,
Lyres,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Unrelated Segments,
Mandrill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bush Tetras,
Ice-T,
Wally Richardson,
Ituana,
Little Man,
Bauhaus,
Josef K,
DNA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T.S.O.L.,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.