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 India and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
Goldenarms,
The Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minor Threat,
Connie Case,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul II Soul,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker,
OOIOO,
Soulsonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Barbara Tucker,
Buzzcocks,
Scratch Acid,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kevin Saunderson,
Basic Channel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Magazine,
Erasure,
Ultravox,
A Certain Ratio,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Durutti Column,
Crooked Eye,
Q and Not U,
Ronan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T. Rex,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Christie,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Essential Logic,
Loose Ends,
Kenny Larkin,
Wally Richardson,
Warsaw,
Fatback Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magma,
Agent Orange,
Bootsy Collins,
Al Stewart,
John Holt,
Letta Mbulu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.