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 Russia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Soul II Soul to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
The Mummies,
Bronski Beat,
Camberwell Now,
Skaos,
Morten Harket,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hoover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare,
Bad Manners,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wire,
Black Sheep,
The Fugs,
Subhumans,
The Vogues,
The Happenings,
Shuggie Otis,
Panda Bear,
World's Most,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T.S.O.L.,
Siglo XX,
Kas Product,
Vainqueur,
The Monks,
Fluxion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alison Limerick,
Suicide,
Lebanon Hanover,
Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magma,
Hasil Adkins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marc Almond,
Trumans Water,
Tres Demented,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agitation Free,
Lower 48,
The Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
Kenny Larkin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flipper,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Trojans,
Graham Central Station,
Iggy Pop,
Wolf Eyes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Saccharine Trust,
Alphaville,
These Immortal Souls,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.