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 Suriname and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Andrew Hill to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Accadde A,
Arthur Verocai,
Donald Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Halsall,
Metal Thangz,
David McCallum,
Magma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Make Up,
AZ,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Cell,
Mars,
Intrusion,
Sex Pistols,
David Bowie,
The Blues Magoos,
Rakim,
Suicide,
Talk Talk,
Cybotron,
Eve St. Jones,
The Smiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doors,
John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tres Demented,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Prunes,
Little Man,
Sister Nancy,
The Fuzztones,
Q65,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June Days,
Eddi Front,
Maleditus Sound,
ABBA,
Deepchord,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barry Ungar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Model 500,
Warsaw,
Howard Jones,
The Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
Tears for Fears,
Harmonia,
The Five Americans,
Boz Scaggs,
Ludus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.