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 Saudi Arabia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Crash Course in Science to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Suicide,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monochrome Set,
The Walker Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crooked Eye,
Liliput,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sixth Finger,
Stereo Dub,
Thee Headcoats,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Fraelich,
Royal Trux,
Ice-T,
Clear Light,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sight & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cameo,
Drexciya,
Swell Maps,
the Swans,
Ronnie Foster,
Moby Grape,
Gichy Dan,
Erasure,
Harry Pussy,
Howard Jones,
Brass Construction,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smoke,
Idris Muhammad,
The Leaves,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Normal,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cecil Taylor,
Skaos,
The Sound,
Swans,
Sonic Youth,
Monolake,
K-Klass,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers,
The Kinks,
Cal Tjader,
The Names,
The Divine Comedy,
The Trojans,
Derrick Morgan,
Unwound,
Soft Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dave Gahan,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.