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 Kazakhstan and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Fluxion to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Newcleus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Byrd,
Swell Maps,
Yazoo,
Pierre Henry,
Can,
Camberwell Now,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mo-Dettes,
the Human League,
Joe Finger,
The Fortunes,
Sandy B,
John Foxx,
Fugazi,
Sonic Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Eve St. Jones,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Schoolly D,
Visage,
Franke,
CMW,
The Victims,
Alice Coltrane,
Patti Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Carl Craig,
Scientists,
ABC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
kango's stein massive,
Ten City,
Roxy Music,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gong,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mad Mike,
Altered Images,
Warsaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agitation Free,
Sam Rivers,
Minutemen,
Joyce Sims,
Deakin,
Marc Almond,
Ronnie Foster,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Seeds,
Liliput,
Robert Hood,
Marvin Gaye,
R.M.O.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Index,
Bob Dylan,
Qualms,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.