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 Iraq and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
The Black Dice,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
EPMD,
Funky Four + One,
Deakin,
Joe Smooth,
Tim Buckley,
The Slits,
Harry Pussy,
The Residents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Archie Shepp,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nick Fraelich,
Lungfish,
Robert Hood,
New Order,
Scientists,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
L. Decosne,
Wings,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bad Manners,
Marc Almond,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scan 7,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Association,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Symarip,
Wasted Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Dolphy,
Pussy Galore,
Technova,
Scott Walker,
Jacques Brel,
Byron Stingily,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sight & Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
Parry Music,
Black Sheep,
Buzzcocks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Teasers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.