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 Samoa and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Khruangbin to the rock 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Bobby Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
Spandau Ballet,
Vainqueur,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Saccharine Trust,
E-Dancer,
Monks,
Tears for Fears,
Sam Rivers,
MC5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Supertramp,
Sugar Minott,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reagan Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blackbyrds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wasted Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Trojans,
Bob Dylan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Flipper,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Hood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Shoche,
Average White Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siglo XX,
the Normal,
The Motions,
Panda Bear,
Warren Ellis,
Pantytec,
Ten City,
Black Pus,
Tim Buckley,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warsaw,
Skarface,
Swell Maps,
Pussy Galore,
Young Marble Giants,
Guru Guru,
Harry Pussy,
Jawbox,
Minny Pops,
Sister Nancy,
Nirvana,
Goldenarms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Red Krayola,
MDC,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.