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 Dominican Republic and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Nation of Ulysses to the electroclash 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Nirvana,
Sonic Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
Judy Mowatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
L. Decosne,
MC5,
Cybotron,
Scratch Acid,
Max Romeo,
Bush Tetras,
The Monochrome Set,
Talk Talk,
Fat Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter and Kerry,
Newcleus,
Joyce Sims,
The Busters,
Crooked Eye,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
E-Dancer,
Susan Cadogan,
Visage,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed,
The Leaves,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Iggy Pop,
The American Breed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Saints,
Lower 48,
Lee Hazlewood,
Glambeats Corp.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Teasers,
Barrington Levy,
The Kinks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Adolescents,
Mr. Review,
Intrusion,
ABBA,
ABC,
B.T. Express,
Spandau Ballet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cowsills,
Suicide,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Starr,
Swans,
Reuben Wilson,
Metal Thangz,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.