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 Turkmenistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Minny Pops to the crunk 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Q and Not U,
Black Flag,
Throbbing Gristle,
Howard Jones,
Mantronix,
Harmonia,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Adolescents,
The Misunderstood,
Isaac Hayes,
Second Layer,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul II Soul,
Idris Muhammad,
Brick,
Aswad,
The Toasters,
Underground Resistance,
The Tremeloes,
China Crisis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eve St. Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young,
Desert Stars,
Main Source,
Minny Pops,
kango's stein massive,
The Kinks,
Carl Craig,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magma,
Pantytec,
CMW,
Blossom Toes,
Jeru the Damaja,
These Immortal Souls,
Tubeway Army,
Trumans Water,
Pere Ubu,
June Days,
Suicide,
the Slits,
X-102,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cure,
Grauzone,
Metal Thangz,
Darondo,
The Last Poets,
Das Ding,
Crooked Eye,
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.