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 Zambia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dual Sessions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Kenny Larkin,
The Walker Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Bourne,
Scratch Acid,
Lindisfarne,
Minor Threat,
Flash Fearless,
David McCallum,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suicide,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dead C,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Birthday Party,
The Remains,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül,
The Fortunes,
Eve St. Jones,
The Litter,
Moebius,
Thee Headcoats,
The Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Fluxion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Connie Case,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moleskins,
Wings,
Sex Pistols,
Lyres,
Technova,
Boredoms,
Ornette Coleman,
Anthony Braxton,
Ohio Players,
The Angels of Light,
Hoover,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiohead,
Moss Icon,
Anakelly,
Symarip,
Bluetip,
Interpol,
Essential Logic,
Section 25,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick Morgan,
Metal Thangz,
Deakin,
Adolescents,
Eden Ahbez,
This Heat,
John Holt,
Gabor Szabo,
Barbara Tucker,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.