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 Palau and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Rod Modell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Colin Newman,
The Techniques,
Ituana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mission of Burma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alison Limerick,
Agent Orange,
UT,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Theoretical Girls,
The Busters,
Livin' Joy,
Janne Schatter,
The American Breed,
Dawn Penn,
Neu!,
Lower 48,
Blancmange,
Jawbox,
AZ,
The Count Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
LL Cool J,
Surgeon,
Shoche,
Piero Umiliani,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Susan Cadogan,
Camberwell Now,
Thee Headcoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
Suicide,
Bluetip,
Chris Corsano,
Silicon Teens,
Brick,
Sällskapet,
Deakin,
Cluster,
Audionom,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Infiniti,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minny Pops,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Circle Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
Pylon,
X-102,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.