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 Paraguay and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Fela Kuti to the grunge 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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
The Move,
Section 25,
Hardrive,
Alphaville,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Popol Vuh,
Nico,
Davy DMX,
Letta Mbulu,
Japan,
Sun City Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sandy B,
Au Pairs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gun Club,
Faust,
Black Bananas,
DJ Sneak,
The New Christs,
Ludus,
Jawbox,
Delon & Dalcan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Green,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalann,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deadbeat,
Fatback Band,
Surgeon,
Cymande,
In Retrospect,
Flipper,
Simply Red,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Smog,
The Electric Prunes,
ABC,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cheater Slicks,
Dave Gahan,
Accadde A,
Johnny Clarke,
H. Thieme,
EPMD,
Alice Coltrane,
Cecil Taylor,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moleskins,
UT,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed,
ABBA,
Buzzcocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.