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 Kenya and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Black Dice to the rock 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Supertramp,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Christie,
Rekid,
The Happenings,
a-ha,
The Barracudas,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sex Pistols,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sparks,
Pagans,
Jacques Brel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Liliput,
The Litter,
Guru Guru,
Whodini,
Flipper,
Los Fastidios,
Bauhaus,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Rundgren,
John Holt,
Popol Vuh,
The Cure,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül II,
AZ,
Arcadia,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crooked Eye,
Rakim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unwound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hot Snakes,
The Moody Blues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Albert Ayler,
Chrome,
MDC,
PIL,
These Immortal Souls,
Intrusion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fuzztones,
Sarah Menescal,
The Angels of Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Real Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Japan,
T. Rex,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.