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 Morocco and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Certain Ratio,
The Associates,
Fatback Band,
Eli Mardock,
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Fraelich,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alton Ellis,
Radiohead,
Arthur Verocai,
The Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Last Poets,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cowsills,
Matthew Halsall,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Walker Brothers,
Icehouse,
Letta Mbulu,
The Motions,
Peter and Kerry,
Royal Trux,
Agitation Free,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Bowie,
Black Sheep,
The Black Dice,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Banda Bassotti,
Stiv Bators,
The Misunderstood,
The Birthday Party,
Eden Ahbez,
The Barracudas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tomorrow,
Lucky Dragons,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hot Snakes,
Loose Ends,
Glenn Branca,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Terry,
Robert Görl,
Nils Olav,
Black Bananas,
Wire,
Quadrant,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Average White Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The American Breed,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.