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 Japan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 David Bowie 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 The Cramps to the grunge 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker,
The Shadows of Knight,
Schoolly D,
Lindisfarne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moss Icon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oneida,
Procol Harum,
Deakin,
Supertramp,
Dawn Penn,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scan 7,
The Litter,
Sarah Menescal,
The Birthday Party,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris Corsano,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soulsonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
Television,
Funkadelic,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick Morgan,
Nik Kershaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gichy Dan,
F. McDonald,
Trumans Water,
Fatback Band,
T. Rex,
Sonic Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Hashim,
Sam Rivers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Circle Jerks,
The Seeds,
The Saints,
The Doors,
Jeff Mills,
Eurythmics,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Knickerbockers,
Amon Düül,
Mary Jane Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dirtbombs,
Derrick May,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slits,
ABBA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sister Nancy,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.