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 Botswana and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lou Reed 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 Young Marble Giants to the grunge 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Second Layer,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Enemy,
Hardrive,
10cc,
Circle Jerks,
Pylon,
D'Angelo,
Erykah Badu,
Glenn Branca,
The Electric Prunes,
Easy Going,
Boredoms,
Charles Mingus,
Mark Hollis,
Livin' Joy,
Cal Tjader,
Scrapy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ludus,
Prince Buster,
Sound Behaviour,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neu!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cluster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Siglo XX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy Collins,
Laurel Aitken,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-101,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers,
The Real Kids,
Slave,
China Crisis,
Barry Ungar,
One Last Wish,
Bill Near,
Schoolly D,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minny Pops,
Newcleus,
Dead Boys,
Fear,
Porter Ricks,
Y Pants,
Simply Red,
Rod Modell,
CMW,
Gang Starr,
The Cramps,
Q65,
Lou Christie,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.