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 Mauritania and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Tres Demented to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blues Magoos,
The Trojans,
Joe Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bauhaus,
Neu!,
The Remains,
The Mummies,
Letta Mbulu,
Angry Samoans,
Gabor Szabo,
X-102,
Roxy Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Wells,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joey Negro,
The Moleskins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wings,
The United States of America,
Boredoms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Rekid,
Minor Threat,
The Velvet Underground,
Fort Wilson Riot,
10cc,
Minutemen,
Lindisfarne,
The Dirtbombs,
The Tremeloes,
The Gladiators,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
The Raincoats,
Sex Pistols,
Ultimate Spinach,
Livin' Joy,
The Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Frankie Knuckles,
This Heat,
John Cale,
Niagra,
Eli Mardock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Age Steppers,
Second Layer,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tim Buckley,
Reuben Wilson,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.