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 Turkmenistan and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Patti Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Stereo Dub,
Fatback Band,
The Residents,
Andrew Hill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Guru Guru,
Idris Muhammad,
Patti Smith,
Half Japanese,
Derrick Morgan,
F. McDonald,
In Retrospect,
Television,
The Index,
the Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
8 Eyed Spy,
The United States of America,
MC5,
Cluster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Neon Judgement,
Deepchord,
Mars,
X-101,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Evens,
The Modern Lovers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rosa Yemen,
Nik Kershaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ponytail,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Womack,
Brand Nubian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ten City,
48th St. Collective,
Pantytec,
Mark Hollis,
Harry Pussy,
Fela Kuti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crash Course in Science,
Joy Division,
Jimmy McGriff,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Susan Cadogan,
Brick,
Intrusion,
Cal Tjader,
Kerri Chandler,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.