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 Maldives and from Halifax.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Pantaleimon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
Ultravox,
Bush Tetras,
The Saints,
Cecil Taylor,
Albert Ayler,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Lydon,
Wasted Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fatback Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Drexciya,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blues Magoos,
Kas Product,
The New Christs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Young Rascals,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tim Buckley,
Henry Cow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monks,
The Smoke,
China Crisis,
Rites of Spring,
Pierre Henry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scientists,
FM Einheit,
Circle Jerks,
Steve Hackett,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Guru Guru,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Alison Limerick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roy Ayers,
David Axelrod,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yaz,
Toni Rubio,
Trumans Water,
Flash Fearless,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABC,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gabor Szabo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Bad Manners,
Davy DMX,
Lou Christie,
Kurtis Blow,
Dark Day,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.