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 Georgia and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Excepter to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fatback Band,
T. Rex,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soul II Soul,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
Scrapy,
Gang of Four,
Sällskapet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Martian,
Bluetip,
E-Dancer,
Max Romeo,
Goldenarms,
Kurtis Blow,
Minutemen,
Livin' Joy,
Josef K,
Robert Hood,
Magma,
Godley & Creme,
Hardrive,
Fear,
DJ Style,
Bill Near,
Brass Construction,
The Birthday Party,
Subhumans,
Niagra,
Qualms,
Ice-T,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bad Manners,
The Divine Comedy,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slackers,
Country Teasers,
Tommy Roe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Easy Going,
the Bar-Kays,
Archie Shepp,
Peter and Kerry,
cv313,
Jawbox,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris Corsano,
Ultravox,
Jacob Miller,
Nik Kershaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ituana,
Adolescents,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.