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 Spain and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Trojans to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Surgeon,
The Divine Comedy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Prince Buster,
Mandrill,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scrapy,
Warsaw,
Rufus Thomas,
Swell Maps,
Nick Fraelich,
Motorama,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed,
Deadbeat,
Brand Nubian,
Jawbox,
Sällskapet,
The Doors,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mantronix,
The Fuzztones,
Smog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fat Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Hood,
Todd Rundgren,
Eden Ahbez,
The Tremeloes,
Peter & Gordon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gabor Szabo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Groovy Waters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Human League,
Swans,
Andrew Hill,
Soulsonic Force,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
The Gladiators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stiv Bators,
Mr. Review,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neu!,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Womack,
The Kinks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
Aloha Tigers,
Visage,
Moebius,
Blake Baxter,
Joyce Sims,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.