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 Bulgaria and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The J.B.'s to the techno 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack 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 rock 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chrome,
The American Breed,
Scan 7,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Flag,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brass Construction,
The Blues Magoos,
Stiv Bators,
Barbara Tucker,
Sex Pistols,
Ronan,
Chris & Cosey,
Jandek,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Pop Group,
Robert Wyatt,
La Düsseldorf,
The Busters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ituana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Bananas,
Mission of Burma,
X-102,
Camberwell Now,
Depeche Mode,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Tears for Fears,
Josef K,
AZ,
Visage,
The Seeds,
E-Dancer,
Essential Logic,
EPMD,
Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
Fifty Foot Hose,
a-ha,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Altered Images,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swell Maps,
The Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
Wasted Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scientists,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Slave,
Masters at Work,
Warren Ellis,
Danielle Patucci,
Laurel Aitken,
The Standells,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.