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 Kosovo and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Faraquet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The Fall,
Reuben Wilson,
OOIOO,
Make Up,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ken Boothe,
Henry Cow,
Aural Exciters,
Black Bananas,
Funky Four + One,
Mars,
Main Source,
Pulsallama,
Deakin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Laurel Aitken,
Sam Rivers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Invisible,
Junior Murvin,
Fugazi,
Jeff Mills,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sound Behaviour,
John Foxx,
The Vogues,
Mark Hollis,
Don Cherry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lyres,
Can,
R.M.O.,
Ludus,
Pere Ubu,
Swell Maps,
Mission of Burma,
ABC,
Donald Byrd,
Parry Music,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker,
Stetsasonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cluster,
Siglo XX,
Fluxion,
Arthur Verocai,
John Coltrane,
Pussy Galore,
Throbbing Gristle,
June of 44,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
K-Klass,
E-Dancer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.