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 Moldova and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grime 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
The Martian,
Gong,
Con Funk Shun,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Womack,
Eli Mardock,
Godley & Creme,
Lucky Dragons,
Roger Hodgson,
Eddi Front,
Marmalade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Althea and Donna,
Sandy B,
The Gladiators,
Public Image Ltd.,
10cc,
cv313,
X-101,
The Dirtbombs,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cure,
Henry Cow,
Dual Sessions,
the Sonics,
Ohio Players,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T. Rex,
LL Cool J,
Arcadia,
Ken Boothe,
Von Mondo,
The Black Dice,
Oblivians,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Main Source,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gories,
Alison Limerick,
Morten Harket,
Joe Smooth,
Tim Buckley,
The Five Americans,
The New Christs,
Metal Thangz,
Andrew Hill,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slits,
Severed Heads,
Grauzone,
The Mummies,
Scientists,
OOIOO,
Ultravox,
K-Klass,
This Heat,
Cheater Slicks,
Mission of Burma,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.