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 Suriname and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 Anthony Braxton to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter & Gordon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grey Daturas,
Warren Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
The Mummies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neu!,
Desert Stars,
Bush Tetras,
The Dirtbombs,
Alice Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
Royal Trux,
Jeff Lynne,
Maurizio,
the Sonics,
Average White Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Wasted Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Altered Images,
Black Sheep,
The Techniques,
T. Rex,
Don Cherry,
The Fugs,
Wings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Hood,
Organ,
X-Ray Spex,
The Offenders,
Icehouse,
Radiohead,
Fela Kuti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roxette,
Nirvana,
Black Flag,
Minutemen,
Chrome,
The Slits,
Moby Grape,
Alton Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June Days,
Tubeway Army,
The Pop Group,
China Crisis,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Starr,
Deepchord,
Roxy Music,
John Coltrane,
Dawn Penn,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.