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 Sierra Leone and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Martian to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Davy DMX,
The Monks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cramps,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Accadde A,
The Cowsills,
Rotary Connection,
The Saints,
Henry Cow,
Yaz,
Wolf Eyes,
Max Romeo,
The Skatalites,
Shoche,
Arthur Verocai,
Second Layer,
Goldenarms,
Crash Course in Science,
Sarah Menescal,
Steve Hackett,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül,
Intrusion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
Schoolly D,
Half Japanese,
Robert Görl,
Tommy Roe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mo-Dettes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Toasters,
Alice Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ornette Coleman,
Maleditus Sound,
The Star Department,
Saccharine Trust,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bush Tetras,
Freddie Wadling,
John Holt,
Masters at Work,
Cybotron,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scion,
Bootsy Collins,
Pierre Henry,
Outsiders,
The Victims,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.