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 Syria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the rock 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
X-Ray Spex,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Residents,
OOIOO,
Mantronix,
Vainqueur,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yazoo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fear,
Dorothy Ashby,
T.S.O.L.,
Visage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marshall Jefferson,
E-Dancer,
Easy Going,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sister Nancy,
Lalann,
Qualms,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Walker Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Aswad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Sonics,
Public Enemy,
H. Thieme,
Royal Trux,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grey Daturas,
The Beau Brummels,
The Techniques,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tim Buckley,
Babytalk,
The American Breed,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Victims,
Monks,
The Fortunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Panda Bear,
The United States of America,
Boz Scaggs,
Ossler,
The Mummies,
Reagan Youth,
Jandek,
Johnny Clarke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stereo Dub,
Rosa Yemen,
The Names,
Soul II Soul,
Yaz,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.