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 Pakistan and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Joy Division to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Chrome,
Banda Bassotti,
Nico,
The Skatalites,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aswad,
Quantec,
Spoonie Gee,
Brick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang On A Can,
K-Klass,
Wolf Eyes,
Rites of Spring,
Agent Orange,
The American Breed,
The Cowsills,
Bluetip,
Ronnie Foster,
Toni Rubio,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
The Raincoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Symarip,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hardrive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Heaven 17,
E-Dancer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mummies,
Negative Approach,
Joe Finger,
Gang Green,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Henry Cow,
Ken Boothe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Electric Prunes,
Buzzcocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
B.T. Express,
The Gladiators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Wells,
F. McDonald,
John Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.