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 Netherlands and from London.
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 Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 The Music Machine to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
The Motions,
Carl Craig,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Main Source,
Freddie Wadling,
Glenn Branca,
Massinfluence,
Swell Maps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Outsiders,
Bang On A Can,
Oblivians,
Sällskapet,
Icehouse,
Arthur Verocai,
Suburban Knight,
Alison Limerick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Popol Vuh,
Sonic Youth,
the Association,
Archie Shepp,
Camberwell Now,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nils Olav,
Pole,
Tom Boy,
Half Japanese,
Derrick Morgan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ponytail,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sound,
The Smoke,
Toni Rubio,
Ornette Coleman,
The Busters,
Harmonia,
Audionom,
Q and Not U,
Maleditus Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Saints,
Swans,
Wire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül II,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
Fat Boys,
Rapeman,
The Golliwogs,
Chris Corsano,
Lyres,
the Sonics,
The Residents,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.