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 Cuba 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Dennis Brown to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Pierre Henry,
Cecil Taylor,
Banda Bassotti,
Liliput,
Deadbeat,
Erasure,
The Red Krayola,
Blake Baxter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Howard Jones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Osbourne,
Junior Murvin,
the Germs,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Teasers,
The Remains,
Rekid,
The Victims,
Moby Grape,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Suburban Knight,
Warsaw,
Pagans,
Alison Limerick,
L. Decosne,
Thompson Twins,
Tres Demented,
Adolescents,
Josef K,
Newcleus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Steve Hackett,
Can,
John Foxx,
Little Man,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chrome,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wolf Eyes,
World's Most,
Soul II Soul,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lucky Dragons,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sonics,
Ohio Players,
Gang Green,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Saccharine Trust,
Joy Division,
Accadde A,
Boredoms,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neu!,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.