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 Lithuania and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Interpol to the electroclash 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
the Germs,
Janne Schatter,
John Coltrane,
Niagra,
Eric Copeland,
Black Flag,
The Fortunes,
Connie Case,
Slave,
Khruangbin,
Pulsallama,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dennis Brown,
Morten Harket,
Outsiders,
Matthew Bourne,
New Order,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxy Music,
Minny Pops,
Zero Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Echospace,
New York Dolls,
Jimmy McGriff,
James White and The Blacks,
Rod Modell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Godley & Creme,
Depeche Mode,
Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
The Blackbyrds,
A Certain Ratio,
Maurizio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Moon,
The Tremeloes,
Pere Ubu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mo-Dettes,
Theoretical Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joey Negro,
Metal Thangz,
Babytalk,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Hill,
The Knickerbockers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The New Christs,
The Music Machine,
Parry Music,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-101,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pierre Henry,
Ten City,
Sight & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.