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 Israel and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Saccharine Trust to the electroclash 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Tom Boy,
Unwound,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ludus,
Zero Boys,
Sight & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
Darondo,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smoke,
Livin' Joy,
Liliput,
Bluetip,
Motorama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bauhaus,
Donald Byrd,
Index,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Doors,
Ice-T,
Gang Gang Dance,
Organ,
The Remains,
The Trojans,
Banda Bassotti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fortunes,
Black Sheep,
Gang of Four,
Howard Jones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Malaria!,
Andrew Hill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Stooges,
Funky Four + One,
Babytalk,
LL Cool J,
Cymande,
EPMD,
Idris Muhammad,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
June of 44,
James White and The Blacks,
Lakeside,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.