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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Audionom to the funk 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Pussy Galore,
Marine Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Angry Samoans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rufus Thomas,
Hot Snakes,
The Cure,
Pierre Henry,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cybotron,
Flipper,
Henry Cow,
Hardrive,
Carl Craig,
Negative Approach,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hasil Adkins,
Underground Resistance,
Sam Rivers,
Malaria!,
Camouflage,
Yusef Lateef,
Tom Boy,
Gastr Del Sol,
World's Most,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Schoolly D,
The Fortunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Dark Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Janne Schatter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Swell Maps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers,
Thompson Twins,
The Monks,
Bronski Beat,
Peter and Kerry,
Bad Manners,
Blancmange,
Motorama,
The Monochrome Set,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultravox,
Godley & Creme,
Q65,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Panda Bear,
Essential Logic,
Deadbeat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.