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 Switzerland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Deepchord to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Grauzone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cluster,
Wally Richardson,
Heaven 17,
Ossler,
Average White Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Outsiders,
Joe Finger,
The Monochrome Set,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Carl Craig,
Television Personalities,
Popol Vuh,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angry Samoans,
10cc,
Gabor Szabo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Godley & Creme,
Pantaleimon,
Black Flag,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Sheep,
Pylon,
Mark Hollis,
Bob Dylan,
LL Cool J,
The Moleskins,
Depeche Mode,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Audionom,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kenny Larkin,
The Move,
The Mummies,
Kas Product,
Main Source,
Mr. Review,
The United States of America,
Sonic Youth,
Faraquet,
Maurizio,
Siglo XX,
The Smoke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mandrill,
The Offenders,
Gichy Dan,
Nico,
Pussy Galore,
Dark Day,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Wyatt,
Procol Harum,
The Black Dice,
the Germs,
Minutemen,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.