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 Oman and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nico to the electroclash 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Kurtis Blow,
The Associates,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eli Mardock,
The Doors,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deadbeat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gabor Szabo,
The Beau Brummels,
Franke,
The Remains,
Bang On A Can,
The Fugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ossler,
The Gories,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonny Sharrock,
DJ Sneak,
Bronski Beat,
Sun Ra,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry's Kids,
ABC,
Babytalk,
Wings,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
CMW,
Ronnie Foster,
Masters at Work,
Moby Grape,
Buzzcocks,
Section 25,
Girls At Our Best!,
Japan,
Ken Boothe,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fall,
The Red Krayola,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bob Dylan,
Funkadelic,
Swell Maps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Cell,
D'Angelo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pussy Galore,
Malaria!,
B.T. Express,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grey Daturas,
Toni Rubio,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.