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 Kiribati and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 the Germs to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harmonia,
Siglo XX,
Agitation Free,
Wolf Eyes,
Scratch Acid,
The Neon Judgement,
The Barracudas,
Agent Orange,
The Birthday Party,
Lindisfarne,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fortunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Saints,
Davy DMX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Flesh Eaters,
Negative Approach,
Infiniti,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
Joyce Sims,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Schoolly D,
DJ Style,
Khruangbin,
Easy Going,
CMW,
Jacob Miller,
The Sonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chrome,
The Trojans,
Guru Guru,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gladiators,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Los Fastidios,
LL Cool J,
Anakelly,
Fugazi,
Bauhaus,
Niagra,
Lucky Dragons,
Audionom,
L. Decosne,
Panda Bear,
Wire,
Bobby Sherman,
Maurizio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camouflage,
Underground Resistance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Standells,
Television,
Fluxion,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.