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 St Lucia and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Cymande to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Marvin Gaye,
Smog,
The Invisible,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June Days,
Iggy Pop,
the Slits,
Todd Terry,
Sandy B,
Warren Ellis,
Mandrill,
Agent Orange,
Magazine,
Brass Construction,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Evens,
Harry Pussy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aswad,
Grauzone,
Audionom,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeff Lynne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heaven 17,
Accadde A,
Bad Manners,
Adolescents,
The Cowsills,
The Doors,
Rites of Spring,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cheater Slicks,
Wasted Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mo-Dettes,
Graham Central Station,
Hoover,
Joe Finger,
Bang On A Can,
the Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Remains,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
DJ Sneak,
Ken Boothe,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.