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 Bulgaria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Slave to the grunge 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
The Angels of Light,
Zapp,
Skarface,
Matthew Halsall,
John Coltrane,
Altered Images,
Niagra,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maurizio,
Arthur Verocai,
Marmalade,
The Zeros,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Motorama,
Warren Ellis,
The Saints,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hardrive,
Rites of Spring,
The Modern Lovers,
Animal Collective,
Agent Orange,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Motions,
Tubeway Army,
A Certain Ratio,
Pulsallama,
Hoover,
Saccharine Trust,
Quadrant,
The Birthday Party,
The Vogues,
Ludus,
Organ,
Sight & Sound,
The Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The American Breed,
Drexciya,
Boz Scaggs,
Swans,
Deakin,
China Crisis,
Lakeside,
The Remains,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mark Hollis,
Quantec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Severed Heads,
Yellowson,
Mo-Dettes,
Bush Tetras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Byron Stingily,
Jandek,
Fat Boys,
Underground Resistance,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.