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 Bahamas and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 A Certain Ratio to the rap 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Fat Boys,
John Foxx,
Brick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Wells,
Unwound,
Archie Shepp,
Warren Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Red Krayola,
Agent Orange,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cybotron,
Moebius,
K-Klass,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visage,
Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Panda Bear,
Japan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
The Raincoats,
Radio Birdman,
John Lydon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
Animal Collective,
Metal Thangz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Soft Cell,
Ludus,
Bob Dylan,
Tommy Roe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boredoms,
The Associates,
Pussy Galore,
Roxette,
Ronnie Foster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eurythmics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minutemen,
The Five Americans,
Anakelly,
Dennis Brown,
Loose Ends,
Derrick May,
Wolf Eyes,
Smog,
Groovy Waters,
The Barracudas,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.