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 East Timor and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Niagra to the dance 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantaleimon,
The Fall,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eurythmics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
PIL,
X-101,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Monolake,
Suicide,
Wire,
Chrome,
Rod Modell,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Neon Judgement,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Flag,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television,
Bauhaus,
Metal Thangz,
Minutemen,
Echospace,
Wally Richardson,
FM Einheit,
Ituana,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick May,
Skriet,
MC5,
Pierre Henry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tomorrow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sam Rivers,
Flash Fearless,
Jacob Miller,
John Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
Q and Not U,
Fad Gadget,
Tropical Tobacco,
Newcleus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Byron Stingily,
The Count Five,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cowsills,
Guru Guru,
Tom Boy,
The Kinks,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.