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 Monaco and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the electroclash 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers,
The Move,
Laurel Aitken,
Amazonics,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry's Kids,
Slave,
The Modern Lovers,
Hoover,
Bauhaus,
Harmonia,
Tomorrow,
Robert Hood,
Icehouse,
Sugar Minott,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharoah Sanders,
Faraquet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ken Boothe,
Dead Boys,
Joe Finger,
Trumans Water,
Soul II Soul,
The Evens,
The Index,
DJ Sneak,
Oblivians,
Derrick Morgan,
Brothers Johnson,
Aural Exciters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glenn Branca,
Ultravox,
The Offenders,
The Monks,
Procol Harum,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tommy Roe,
Severed Heads,
Crime,
The Black Dice,
Harry Pussy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Surgeon,
The Residents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cluster,
Zapp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Prince Buster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
Essential Logic,
Sixth Finger,
Public Enemy,
Warsaw,
Bronski Beat,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.