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 Vietnam and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerri Chandler,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dead C,
Quadrant,
The Happenings,
Jacques Brel,
Royal Trux,
The Seeds,
Audionom,
The Gories,
Symarip,
Boz Scaggs,
the Sonics,
Kas Product,
Joe Finger,
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T. Rex,
Black Bananas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Womack,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oneida,
Public Enemy,
Lower 48,
Ultimate Spinach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
F. McDonald,
Stereo Dub,
Laurel Aitken,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Bar-Kays,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Index,
Morten Harket,
MC5,
Half Japanese,
Hardrive,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cure,
Animal Collective,
The Evens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Beau Brummels,
Pulsallama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bronski Beat,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.