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 Mauritius and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fugazi to the techno 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
MC5,
Cecil Taylor,
the Normal,
The Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Little Man,
Das Ding,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David McCallum,
Nils Olav,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gun Club,
Faust,
cv313,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Al Stewart,
Lee Hazlewood,
Simply Red,
Gang Green,
Black Sheep,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marmalade,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Sneak,
Ultra Naté,
Scan 7,
Crime,
Arab on Radar,
The Barracudas,
Nico,
The Toasters,
Easy Going,
Eli Mardock,
The American Breed,
R.M.O.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dawn Penn,
Y Pants,
Bobby Womack,
B.T. Express,
Vladislav Delay,
Urselle,
Eden Ahbez,
Morten Harket,
The Stooges,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Khruangbin,
Bootsy Collins,
Suicide,
F. McDonald,
Black Bananas,
Index,
Swell Maps,
Glenn Branca,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
John Lydon,
The Offenders,
The Moody Blues,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.