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 Argentina and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Unwound to the rap 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bauhaus,
Interpol,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Stooges,
Banda Bassotti,
Wire,
Monolake,
Circle Jerks,
The Cowsills,
Yaz,
Magazine,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Clarke,
Nils Olav,
Niagra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Groovy Waters,
Popol Vuh,
Radiohead,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Warsaw,
Visage,
Country Teasers,
The Birthday Party,
Scott Walker,
Arthur Verocai,
Television,
June of 44,
Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fuzztones,
ABC,
Jandek,
Main Source,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed,
Fatback Band,
R.M.O.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter and Kerry,
The Trojans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Smog,
Ten City,
Sonny Sharrock,
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül II,
Alison Limerick,
Connie Case,
Qualms,
D'Angelo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Buzzcocks,
Inner City,
Au Pairs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Red Krayola,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.