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 Spain and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Yusef Lateef,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nico,
Average White Band,
Los Fastidios,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Bourne,
Das Ding,
Rakim,
Camouflage,
Morten Harket,
Angry Samoans,
Blake Baxter,
R.M.O.,
Wally Richardson,
Ronnie Foster,
Alice Coltrane,
Drexciya,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Index,
New York Dolls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shoche,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Halsall,
The Wake,
Bad Manners,
Mars,
Pole,
Duran Duran,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hashim,
Dave Gahan,
Joey Negro,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grauzone,
H. Thieme,
The J.B.'s,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warren Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Hill,
Alphaville,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Royal Trux,
Jeru the Damaja,
Toni Rubio,
The Blues Magoos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare,
Aswad,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.