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 El Salvador and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Birthday Party to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Mantronix,
Carl Craig,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brass Construction,
The Evens,
Symarip,
Yaz,
Fela Kuti,
Royal Trux,
Tom Boy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter & Gordon,
Rakim,
John Foxx,
New York Dolls,
Ultra Naté,
Aural Exciters,
Neil Young,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moss Icon,
Scion,
Infiniti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maurizio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rosa Yemen,
Boz Scaggs,
Albert Ayler,
Popol Vuh,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ice-T,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Bowie,
Qualms,
Desert Stars,
Magma,
Amon Düül II,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
World's Most,
John Cale,
London Community Gospel Choir,
One Last Wish,
Stereo Dub,
Neu!,
Sugar Minott,
Easy Going,
Visage,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun City Girls,
Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
Angry Samoans,
Janne Schatter,
Kenny Larkin,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.