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 France and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Maleditus Sound to the electroclash 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Rod Modell,
Erasure,
UT,
Hardrive,
Schoolly D,
Scott Walker,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Machine,
Gang Starr,
10cc,
Bronski Beat,
Y Pants,
In Retrospect,
The Young Rascals,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maurizio,
The Happenings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scion,
The Pretty Things,
The Last Poets,
Radiohead,
Dual Sessions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
Quando Quango,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Enemy,
The Beau Brummels,
The Remains,
48th St. Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Litter,
Lakeside,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Vogues,
Flash Fearless,
Black Pus,
Prince Buster,
Radio Birdman,
Eden Ahbez,
Suburban Knight,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
One Last Wish,
ABBA,
Derrick May,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lyres,
Guru Guru,
Tomorrow,
Josef K,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.