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 St Lucia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Minor Threat to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick May,
Accadde A,
Rod Modell,
The Five Americans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erasure,
Kas Product,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barrington Levy,
Max Romeo,
The Fugs,
Brothers Johnson,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joy Division,
MDC,
Skaos,
Aswad,
The Durutti Column,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Fraelich,
Sister Nancy,
Angry Samoans,
Essential Logic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warsaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siglo XX,
kango's stein massive,
Mantronix,
The Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
ABBA,
The Dirtbombs,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Toni Rubio,
F. McDonald,
Jandek,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bauhaus,
Sound Behaviour,
Nico,
Dorothy Ashby,
Isaac Hayes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Germs,
Sex Pistols,
The Barracudas,
Fela Kuti,
Guru Guru,
Piero Umiliani,
Rufus Thomas,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.