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 United Kingdom and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Graham Central Station to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Oneida,
Angry Samoans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aural Exciters,
Scratch Acid,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Popol Vuh,
Reuben Wilson,
Can,
The Mojo Men,
Sällskapet,
Skriet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ornette Coleman,
Livin' Joy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stetsasonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Newcleus,
Boz Scaggs,
Accadde A,
Moby Grape,
Crooked Eye,
Jerry's Kids,
Sandy B,
Malaria!,
Pantaleimon,
Sparks,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Panda Bear,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drexciya,
Joensuu 1685,
Althea and Donna,
Jimmy McGriff,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young,
Ituana,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gories,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suicide,
The Saints,
A Certain Ratio,
Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
The Zeros,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Sneak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed,
Ludus,
The Angels of Light,
Desert Stars,
Maurizio,
Carl Craig,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.