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 Guinea-Bissau and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
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 arpeggiator 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 Sun City Girls to the jazz 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Scratch Acid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Starr,
Colin Newman,
L. Decosne,
Erykah Badu,
The Monochrome Set,
Thee Headcoats,
Throbbing Gristle,
Piero Umiliani,
Charles Mingus,
Dark Day,
cv313,
Siglo XX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marcia Griffiths,
Silicon Teens,
Harmonia,
Patti Smith,
Yellowson,
The Evens,
Harry Pussy,
The Seeds,
Cybotron,
Slave,
Au Pairs,
Dawn Penn,
The Blues Magoos,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül II,
Dave Gahan,
Masters at Work,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quantec,
Althea and Donna,
Mad Mike,
Tropical Tobacco,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
AZ,
Neil Young,
CMW,
Ludus,
Cluster,
Chris & Cosey,
Pulsallama,
Heaven 17,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terrestrial Tones,
T.S.O.L.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alton Ellis,
Liliput,
Stockholm Monsters,
Clear Light,
In Retrospect,
Bad Manners,
Procol Harum,
Roxy Music,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.