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 Kitts & Nevis and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roger Hodgson,
Bad Manners,
Maurizio,
kango's stein massive,
The Selecter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barrington Levy,
cv313,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
Piero Umiliani,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camouflage,
The Toasters,
Andrew Hill,
Main Source,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magma,
Amon Düül II,
Chrome,
Hot Snakes,
New Order,
The Sonics,
Arab on Radar,
The Pop Group,
The Golliwogs,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronnie Foster,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeru the Damaja,
June Days,
Ultra Naté,
Erasure,
The Pretty Things,
Rod Modell,
DNA,
Wolf Eyes,
Bob Dylan,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Christie,
Soul II Soul,
Nik Kershaw,
Graham Central Station,
Todd Terry,
Tommy Roe,
Severed Heads,
The Searchers,
Gichy Dan,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cheater Slicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visage,
Derrick May,
Laurel Aitken,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.