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 Venezuela and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Gang Gang Dance to the dance 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Bob Dylan,
Sun City Girls,
R.M.O.,
Clear Light,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Clarke,
the Human League,
The Dirtbombs,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zero Boys,
New Order,
Charles Mingus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Icehouse,
Tim Buckley,
The Mummies,
Hashim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Minutemen,
Los Fastidios,
Cymande,
Cheater Slicks,
Bush Tetras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rosa Yemen,
The Red Krayola,
Ronnie Foster,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter & Gordon,
The Count Five,
Ultravox,
Bluetip,
The Barracudas,
Sandy B,
Boredoms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare,
Wally Richardson,
OOIOO,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
Matthew Bourne,
Suburban Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
Alice Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
Lyres,
Faust,
D'Angelo,
Arthur Verocai,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.