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 Fiji and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Throbbing Gristle to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
FM Einheit,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Au Pairs,
Mad Mike,
Cal Tjader,
Cymande,
Maleditus Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mojo Men,
The Move,
Mandrill,
Bronski Beat,
Lucky Dragons,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ossler,
Soul Sonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Pop Group,
The Dead C,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Delta 5,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dawn Penn,
The Leaves,
Prince Buster,
Glenn Branca,
B.T. Express,
Juan Atkins,
Pantytec,
Infiniti,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Icehouse,
Visage,
Scratch Acid,
Alphaville,
The Five Americans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Desert Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Warren Ellis,
Smog,
Skaos,
Minutemen,
James White and The Blacks,
Erykah Badu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pulsallama,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erasure,
The Cowsills,
F. McDonald,
The Smiths,
Derrick Morgan,
MDC,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.