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 Monaco and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Tim Buckley,
Basic Channel,
The Walker Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Blake Baxter,
Monolake,
The Litter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maurizio,
Yazoo,
Minutemen,
DJ Sneak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Green,
Wire,
Ohio Players,
Anakelly,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Christie,
Wally Richardson,
Skarface,
Pylon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Don Cherry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Human League,
The Slackers,
Youth Brigade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gerry Rafferty,
Accadde A,
JFA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris Corsano,
Hot Snakes,
Y Pants,
Tom Boy,
Mo-Dettes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alice Coltrane,
Fear,
Lakeside,
Erasure,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Cale,
Von Mondo,
Severed Heads,
Television,
Bill Near,
Joy Division,
F. McDonald,
Alton Ellis,
Marc Almond,
Stereo Dub,
Faust,
Funky Four + One,
Porter Ricks,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.