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 Peru and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Rhythm & Sound to the electroclash 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
A Certain Ratio,
Ponytail,
The Names,
Theoretical Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
The Gun Club,
10cc,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camberwell Now,
The Saints,
Sarah Menescal,
Howard Jones,
Gong,
Jeff Lynne,
Tom Boy,
Roxy Music,
Bill Near,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ice-T,
The Monks,
Chris Corsano,
Glenn Branca,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Smooth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Model 500,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Wyatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Das Ding,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
Lalann,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Supertramp,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare,
Barbara Tucker,
Funkadelic,
Panda Bear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Trumans Water,
Pole,
Pere Ubu,
Minutemen,
UT,
Andrew Hill,
Boogie Down Productions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Copeland,
The Fortunes,
Harmonia,
Blossom Toes,
Black Pus,
Rekid,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.