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 Marshall Islands and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sparks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cramps,
Althea and Donna,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bauhaus,
Cecil Taylor,
Zero Boys,
Maurizio,
These Immortal Souls,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Buckinghams,
U.S. Maple,
The Kinks,
Crash Course in Science,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Simply Red,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Con Funk Shun,
Clear Light,
The Slits,
Ohio Players,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pussy Galore,
Liliput,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wasted Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Christie,
Hasil Adkins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Pus,
Jeff Lynne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Franke,
Nik Kershaw,
the Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
The Stooges,
Bill Near,
Fugazi,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeff Mills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moleskins,
The Raincoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cal Tjader,
The Blackbyrds,
Make Up,
Agitation Free,
John Coltrane,
The Mojo Men,
Amazonics,
Wally Richardson,
Sun Ra,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.