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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Inner City to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Fluxion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Toni Rubio,
The Blues Magoos,
Can,
Guru Guru,
Leonard Cohen,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Victims,
The Flesh Eaters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rekid,
John Cale,
Bauhaus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Parry Music,
Tommy Roe,
Ponytail,
Charles Mingus,
Skaos,
Skriet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Carl Craig,
Malaria!,
Deepchord,
The Remains,
Glenn Branca,
Boredoms,
The Associates,
Joey Negro,
Peter and Kerry,
Rotary Connection,
Joyce Sims,
Marc Almond,
The Doors,
Motorama,
Blossom Toes,
Panda Bear,
Massinfluence,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lungfish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pagans,
Avey Tare,
The Stooges,
Amazonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donny Hathaway,
K-Klass,
Theoretical Girls,
The Buckinghams,
The Cure,
Eli Mardock,
Nik Kershaw,
Au Pairs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Popol Vuh,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.