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 Fiji and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 The Raincoats to the rock 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hashim,
Masters at Work,
Franke,
The Smiths,
Peter and Kerry,
Anakelly,
Spandau Ballet,
Panda Bear,
Moby Grape,
Harmonia,
David Bowie,
the Slits,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fall,
Lower 48,
Warren Ellis,
Bluetip,
Danielle Patucci,
The Busters,
OOIOO,
The Dead C,
Alice Coltrane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Y Pants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dark Day,
The Pretty Things,
Roxette,
Minor Threat,
A Certain Ratio,
Jawbox,
Mandrill,
Heaven 17,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Doors,
Liliput,
Television,
Lou Reed,
Aural Exciters,
Albert Ayler,
Niagra,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABC,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monks,
Maurizio,
Jeff Lynne,
Flamin' Groovies,
F. McDonald,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rekid,
The Barracudas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pole,
Negative Approach,
Ice-T,
Ronnie Foster,
Kenny Larkin,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.