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 Croatia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Darondo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Birthday Party,
Animal Collective,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Sherman,
Shuggie Otis,
Lakeside,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Fraelich,
Siglo XX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerri Chandler,
Stereo Dub,
Deepchord,
Cybotron,
The Beau Brummels,
Skriet,
Shoche,
Soft Machine,
Organ,
The Cowsills,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Bar-Kays,
John Lydon,
Make Up,
Groovy Waters,
The J.B.'s,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MDC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bronski Beat,
Lightning Bolt,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fugs,
Camouflage,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nico,
Icehouse,
Maleditus Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Style,
Yellowson,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Index,
Darondo,
Tres Demented,
Ronan,
The Zeros,
Tommy Roe,
Vainqueur,
Sun Ra,
Urselle,
The Blackbyrds,
Monks,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.