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 Chad and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grunge 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Eddi Front,
The Sonics,
Severed Heads,
Surgeon,
The Human League,
Young Marble Giants,
John Cale,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Adolescents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unrelated Segments,
This Heat,
Groovy Waters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spandau Ballet,
Anthony Braxton,
The Victims,
Zapp,
Joyce Sims,
Chris & Cosey,
Average White Band,
Nirvana,
Fluxion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Morten Harket,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharoah Sanders,
The United States of America,
Joey Negro,
Godley & Creme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minnie Riperton,
Simply Red,
Todd Terry,
Neil Young,
Brick,
New Age Steppers,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Axelrod,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter and Kerry,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Womack,
The Moleskins,
Warren Ellis,
Cybotron,
Ituana,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Technova,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
Quando Quango,
Dawn Penn,
Con Funk Shun,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.