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 Botswana and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Gregory Isaacs to the techno 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ossler,
The Stooges,
Matthew Halsall,
Mr. Review,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Mills,
Negative Approach,
Henry Cow,
Erasure,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
The Motions,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Pus,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Copeland,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mojo Men,
Delon & Dalcan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Desert Stars,
The Remains,
Josef K,
Gang Green,
Arthur Verocai,
Trumans Water,
Chrome,
Bauhaus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cymande,
Mars,
Eddi Front,
Intrusion,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cecil Taylor,
Boogie Down Productions,
Easy Going,
Alton Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
Sarah Menescal,
Swans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Clear Light,
Glenn Branca,
Ronnie Foster,
Fat Boys,
Surgeon,
Flamin' Groovies,
MDC,
Agent Orange,
Hasil Adkins,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.