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 Korea North and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Yaz to the punk 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Hasil Adkins,
The Fall,
Black Flag,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terry Callier,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young,
Pagans,
Arcadia,
Black Pus,
the Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rotary Connection,
Monolake,
Junior Murvin,
Television Personalities,
Warren Ellis,
Minor Threat,
Bluetip,
Cybotron,
Adolescents,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jawbox,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül II,
Agitation Free,
Leonard Cohen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun City Girls,
Von Mondo,
The Kinks,
Intrusion,
Oblivians,
Graham Central Station,
The Gories,
The Names,
The Toasters,
Desert Stars,
Youth Brigade,
The Remains,
The Smiths,
Marc Almond,
L. Decosne,
Radiohead,
Lalann,
Lou Reed,
The Offenders,
Sam Rivers,
Skaos,
The Divine Comedy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxette,
Anakelly,
Stockholm Monsters,
Judy Mowatt,
The Busters,
Thee Headcoats,
The Star Department,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultra Naté,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.