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 Hungary and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Swans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
The Searchers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Beau Brummels,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lower 48,
Brick,
Q65,
Scrapy,
Amazonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Buzzcocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick May,
Niagra,
Scientists,
The Sonics,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Buckinghams,
Terry Callier,
The Misunderstood,
Nirvana,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sex Pistols,
Wings,
The Busters,
In Retrospect,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Supertramp,
The Leaves,
Colin Newman,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Mummies,
Urselle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
a-ha,
Hasil Adkins,
New Age Steppers,
the Normal,
Slave,
Nik Kershaw,
Oneida,
Bauhaus,
Adolescents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vainqueur,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Mills,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dave Clark Five,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.