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 Peru and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Saints to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
The Saints,
Quantec,
Freddie Wadling,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soft Machine,
Country Teasers,
Danielle Patucci,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swans,
Ossler,
Minutemen,
Gang of Four,
Mission of Burma,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Holt,
Organ,
The Buckinghams,
T. Rex,
Funky Four + One,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hoover,
48th St. Collective,
Animal Collective,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Qualms,
The Mummies,
The Residents,
The Standells,
Eric Copeland,
Das Ding,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Starr,
The Raincoats,
Parry Music,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Real Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warsaw,
Slick Rick,
Tom Boy,
Jawbox,
Eden Ahbez,
B.T. Express,
Rufus Thomas,
Intrusion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aloha Tigers,
Television,
The Mojo Men,
Gong,
Boogie Down Productions,
Surgeon,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül II,
Darondo,
Bush Tetras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sister Nancy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Silicon Teens,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.