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 Denmark and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Peter & Gordon to the rock 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Quadrant,
Joensuu 1685,
Kenny Larkin,
Brothers Johnson,
Minor Threat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deepchord,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camberwell Now,
Pussy Galore,
Marc Almond,
DNA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang On A Can,
The Cramps,
Pharoah Sanders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tres Demented,
EPMD,
Drexciya,
Roy Ayers,
The Modern Lovers,
Urselle,
Flipper,
Stereo Dub,
Erykah Badu,
Parry Music,
Magazine,
Easy Going,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doors,
Skriet,
Guru Guru,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camouflage,
Swell Maps,
Laurel Aitken,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
Con Funk Shun,
Fear,
The United States of America,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grey Daturas,
The Gories,
Leonard Cohen,
Severed Heads,
The Sonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Cal Tjader,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Associates,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pagans,
Nation of Ulysses,
The J.B.'s,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.