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 Antigua and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Nils Olav to the techno 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Nick Fraelich,
Unwound,
Fela Kuti,
Godley & Creme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Minutemen,
The Human League,
Organ,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Smooth,
The Toasters,
Bronski Beat,
Swell Maps,
Sandy B,
Alison Limerick,
Delon & Dalcan,
DNA,
Neil Young,
Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Smog,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultra Naté,
Roxy Music,
The Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tears for Fears,
New York Dolls,
Ohio Players,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Moleskins,
Fatback Band,
Susan Cadogan,
KRS-One,
Ronan,
Icehouse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donald Byrd,
The Associates,
Suicide,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boredoms,
Newcleus,
The Buckinghams,
Lyres,
China Crisis,
Soft Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Groovy Waters,
Country Teasers,
Sun City Girls,
Jandek,
Scan 7,
Niagra,
The Detroit Cobras,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.