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 Kuwait and from London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wally Richardson to the crunk 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Motorama,
Pierre Henry,
Swans,
Scrapy,
Bobby Sherman,
Stetsasonic,
Television,
Moss Icon,
Vladislav Delay,
Neil Young,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
The Moleskins,
Niagra,
Peter & Gordon,
Maurizio,
The Misunderstood,
The Dirtbombs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deepchord,
The Buckinghams,
Barry Ungar,
Stiv Bators,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
AZ,
Television Personalities,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thompson Twins,
Underground Resistance,
Siglo XX,
Darondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sex Pistols,
Bill Near,
Ossler,
Circle Jerks,
UT,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unrelated Segments,
Albert Ayler,
Lalann,
kango's stein massive,
Wolf Eyes,
Young Marble Giants,
The Tremeloes,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skaos,
Josef K,
Ken Boothe,
A Certain Ratio,
Simply Red,
Bob Dylan,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronnie Foster,
Porter Ricks,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.