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 Armenia and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Yusef Lateef to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Toasters,
Janne Schatter,
Fat Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
The Monochrome Set,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fad Gadget,
Grauzone,
The Moody Blues,
Nirvana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Silicon Teens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Busters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jerry's Kids,
Arab on Radar,
Monolake,
Skaos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Japan,
Matthew Halsall,
Cecil Taylor,
Amon Düül II,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
Fear,
The Buckinghams,
The Trojans,
ABBA,
Moebius,
John Foxx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lucky Dragons,
Harry Pussy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wings,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pantytec,
Mission of Burma,
Hoover,
Gang Gang Dance,
Underground Resistance,
Morten Harket,
Q65,
The Vogues,
Ornette Coleman,
Heaven 17,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Black Dice,
Porter Ricks,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.