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 Gambia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kas Product to the electroclash 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Man Parrish,
the Sonics,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül II,
Television Personalities,
Gang of Four,
Average White Band,
Von Mondo,
Siglo XX,
Porter Ricks,
Delta 5,
Funkadelic,
Black Flag,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Wyatt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cowsills,
Visage,
The Wake,
Black Bananas,
Nico,
Radio Birdman,
T.S.O.L.,
Excepter,
D'Angelo,
Jawbox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flash Fearless,
Deakin,
The Invisible,
The Detroit Cobras,
Malaria!,
Procol Harum,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crash Course in Science,
Hasil Adkins,
Neil Young,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moebius,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smiths,
Infiniti,
Rod Modell,
Zapp,
Talk Talk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tres Demented,
Soulsonic Force,
The Move,
Eddi Front,
Shoche,
Johnny Clarke,
The Index,
Ultravox,
Stereo Dub,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.