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 Bolivia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 David Bowie 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 Maleditus Sound to the rap 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pole,
Talk Talk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric B and Rakim,
June of 44,
the Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
Scott Walker,
Cheater Slicks,
Pulsallama,
New York Dolls,
Rod Modell,
Sam Rivers,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
Jandek,
Suicide,
Bang On A Can,
Delta 5,
Von Mondo,
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ice-T,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
Cymande,
Yusef Lateef,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mary Jane Girls,
OOIOO,
Sparks,
PIL,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slits,
Kayak,
Massinfluence,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neu!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
The Techniques,
The Moleskins,
Ultra Naté,
Unwound,
The Black Dice,
The Smiths,
Lower 48,
Bootsy Collins,
Television Personalities,
The Velvet Underground,
Make Up,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The United States of America,
Scientists,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.