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 Seychelles and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Curtis Mayfield to the jazz 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
The Stooges,
Fatback Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Stetsasonic,
The Cramps,
LL Cool J,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Finger,
Animal Collective,
Cecil Taylor,
Unrelated Segments,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Busters,
Ohio Players,
ABC,
The Kinks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
Can,
The Real Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cluster,
MC5,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris Corsano,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pere Ubu,
Cymande,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suicide,
DJ Sneak,
Desert Stars,
Duran Duran,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy Collins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nico,
The Associates,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Starr,
Sun City Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Popol Vuh,
Amazonics,
Michelle Simonal,
The Buckinghams,
Tim Buckley,
The Gladiators,
The Leaves,
Slick Rick,
Fugazi,
Dead Boys,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.