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 Nigeria and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Holt to the crunk 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Whodini,
Television,
Nico,
The Knickerbockers,
Wasted Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Country Teasers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Q and Not U,
Cal Tjader,
Fad Gadget,
Peter and Kerry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minor Threat,
Todd Terry,
Roxy Music,
Icehouse,
The Star Department,
Technova,
Aswad,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare,
Sixth Finger,
Underground Resistance,
The Fall,
The Stooges,
Lungfish,
Zapp,
X-101,
The Associates,
Das Ding,
Eurythmics,
The Durutti Column,
Bob Dylan,
Average White Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pussy Galore,
K-Klass,
Kas Product,
Lower 48,
Jeff Lynne,
Maleditus Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Lindisfarne,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Hill,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dirtbombs,
Mandrill,
MC5,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cameo,
Amon Düül II,
Lakeside,
Jeff Mills,
Dennis Brown,
Minutemen,
Glenn Branca,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.