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 Gabon and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 The Five Americans 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Derrick May,
Flipper,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Interpol,
Accadde A,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Velvet Underground,
Radiohead,
John Coltrane,
Clear Light,
In Retrospect,
Silicon Teens,
The Names,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Bourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed,
The Fuzztones,
Skaos,
Angry Samoans,
Scrapy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Ossler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stereo Dub,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kaleidoscope,
The Red Krayola,
Swans,
Marmalade,
Lindisfarne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Motorama,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
Moby Grape,
Vainqueur,
Bill Near,
PIL,
The Slits,
Hoover,
A Certain Ratio,
Heaven 17,
Y Pants,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare,
K-Klass,
This Heat,
Royal Trux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oblivians,
Arab on Radar,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.