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 Uruguay and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Radiopuhelimet to the electroclash 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Mr. Review,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moleskins,
The Human League,
In Retrospect,
John Lydon,
Smog,
Alton Ellis,
Trumans Water,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rotary Connection,
Suburban Knight,
Reagan Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Ultravox,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlback,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Glenn Branca,
Harmonia,
John Holt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minnie Riperton,
Mission of Burma,
Ten City,
Y Pants,
Barbara Tucker,
Newcleus,
Buzzcocks,
Delta 5,
Banda Bassotti,
MDC,
Das Ding,
Lalann,
Niagra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Clarke,
Rekid,
Japan,
John Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Index,
Wolf Eyes,
Babytalk,
Bauhaus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Wyatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lungfish,
New Order,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
Flash Fearless,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.