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 Brunei and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 The Seeds to the dance 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Darondo,
MC5,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boredoms,
Joensuu 1685,
Amon Düül II,
Tropical Tobacco,
Howard Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hasil Adkins,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blues Magoos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
Mars,
Tim Buckley,
The Index,
Visage,
Ponytail,
John Lydon,
Circle Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
Vainqueur,
Deakin,
Lungfish,
Cameo,
Minor Threat,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Enemy,
Mad Mike,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camouflage,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donny Hathaway,
Babytalk,
Black Pus,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moleskins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Starr,
Infiniti,
Dawn Penn,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scan 7,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Newcleus,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Little Man,
Roy Ayers,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.