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 Honduras and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blues Magoos,
Hardrive,
Oblivians,
the Germs,
Aural Exciters,
Panda Bear,
The Standells,
Fear,
Flash Fearless,
Slick Rick,
Altered Images,
The Tremeloes,
New Age Steppers,
CMW,
Surgeon,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Mills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Lydon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
One Last Wish,
The Cure,
Alphaville,
T. Rex,
Anthony Braxton,
Yellowson,
X-Ray Spex,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Wells,
Television,
Joensuu 1685,
L. Decosne,
Roxy Music,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Angels of Light,
Boredoms,
X-101,
The Kinks,
Franke,
Archie Shepp,
Silicon Teens,
Scientists,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry's Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
JFA,
Icehouse,
Minny Pops,
The Birthday Party,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonic Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.