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 Afghanistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Albert Ayler to the funk 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Ken Boothe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerri Chandler,
Massinfluence,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amazonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mars,
Avey Tare,
Suicide,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Lynne,
Unrelated Segments,
Anakelly,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mission of Burma,
Lungfish,
Groovy Waters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Divine Comedy,
Minny Pops,
Flipper,
The Monks,
Quantec,
The Five Americans,
Ossler,
The Wake,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter & Gordon,
Animal Collective,
Gang Starr,
Anthony Braxton,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fire Engines,
Crooked Eye,
Y Pants,
Radiohead,
Tears for Fears,
Michelle Simonal,
These Immortal Souls,
Rekid,
This Heat,
Theoretical Girls,
The Motions,
Wasted Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Essential Logic,
Liliput,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.