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 Ukraine and from Portland.
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 Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Blake Baxter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
a-ha,
Darondo,
Ornette Coleman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Names,
Derrick May,
Vladislav Delay,
Unrelated Segments,
Vainqueur,
The Move,
Wasted Youth,
Tommy Roe,
L. Decosne,
The Gun Club,
Gang Green,
The Associates,
Alton Ellis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Henry Cow,
The Misunderstood,
Kayak,
The Durutti Column,
June Days,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tears for Fears,
Chris & Cosey,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Womack,
Neu!,
Jacob Miller,
Davy DMX,
Mad Mike,
T.S.O.L.,
Iggy Pop,
Terry Callier,
Connie Case,
Au Pairs,
Tubeway Army,
Q and Not U,
Sandy B,
The Human League,
Anakelly,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Victims,
Avey Tare,
Barrington Levy,
Television,
Grauzone,
cv313,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Supertramp,
Fat Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Inner City,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Enemy,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.