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 New Zealand and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 The Moleskins to the grime 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
The Wake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deadbeat,
FM Einheit,
The Toasters,
The Fuzztones,
Suicide,
Negative Approach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Whodini,
The Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brass Construction,
Skarface,
The Doors,
H. Thieme,
Gong,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Womack,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stetsasonic,
The Durutti Column,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aloha Tigers,
Bush Tetras,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Holt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scratch Acid,
Amazonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Joyce Sims,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
JFA,
Deepchord,
Lower 48,
The Golliwogs,
Lungfish,
Steve Hackett,
Slick Rick,
Accadde A,
China Crisis,
Freddie Wadling,
The Busters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Leaves,
Fatback Band,
Tommy Roe,
ABC,
Altered Images,
Henry Cow,
Kerri Chandler,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.