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 Bahamas and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Index to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Zeros,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers,
X-101,
Reuben Wilson,
Sugar Minott,
Pantytec,
The Music Machine,
The Skatalites,
Skriet,
Blancmange,
Buzzcocks,
the Association,
Scott Walker,
Connie Case,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sex Pistols,
Minny Pops,
Cymande,
The Motions,
Yazoo,
Ken Boothe,
Y Pants,
Yellowson,
Nirvana,
The Kinks,
Simply Red,
Rotary Connection,
Cluster,
Eli Mardock,
Sixth Finger,
E-Dancer,
Brass Construction,
Tears for Fears,
Hasil Adkins,
Lungfish,
Make Up,
Moby Grape,
B.T. Express,
Jandek,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun City Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Scientists,
Malaria!,
Crash Course in Science,
Pantaleimon,
Ossler,
Kayak,
The Index,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Mills,
UT,
Leonard Cohen,
One Last Wish,
Kaleidoscope,
Niagra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.