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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stereo Dub to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Television Personalities,
Wally Richardson,
The Beau Brummels,
Colin Newman,
MC5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gories,
Althea and Donna,
Kool Moe Dee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camberwell Now,
MDC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anakelly,
The Invisible,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fatback Band,
June Days,
a-ha,
Organ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Danielle Patucci,
Brick,
Sarah Menescal,
Masters at Work,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quando Quango,
Marmalade,
The Toasters,
June of 44,
Black Moon,
Marc Almond,
Gang Starr,
Crash Course in Science,
Pylon,
The Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rosa Yemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
One Last Wish,
Tim Buckley,
Hasil Adkins,
Lalann,
New York Dolls,
CMW,
The Index,
Circle Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Martian,
Lou Reed,
Hot Snakes,
Funkadelic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hardrive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joy Division,
Ultimate Spinach,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.