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 Namibia and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Kenny Larkin to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Little Man,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hardrive,
Tommy Roe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camberwell Now,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Brass Construction,
10cc,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mummies,
Lou Christie,
Skarface,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fuzztones,
Ken Boothe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quadrant,
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül,
Roger Hodgson,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
The Modern Lovers,
Scientists,
Joy Division,
F. McDonald,
The Cramps,
Iggy Pop,
the Normal,
Kayak,
Unwound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Simply Red,
Agent Orange,
The Standells,
Symarip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fatback Band,
Agitation Free,
Bronski Beat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Finger,
Max Romeo,
John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
K-Klass,
Scan 7,
The Zeros,
Minnie Riperton,
Silicon Teens,
Neu!,
The Offenders,
The Saints,
R.M.O.,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.