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 India and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Flamin' Groovies to the disco 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Fraelich,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minutemen,
F. McDonald,
Brass Construction,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Searchers,
Deepchord,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Tremeloes,
Todd Rundgren,
Cymande,
Gichy Dan,
the Soft Cell,
Mo-Dettes,
Model 500,
Urselle,
Harpers Bizarre,
Duran Duran,
Jandek,
Sixth Finger,
Vainqueur,
John Foxx,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
The New Christs,
The Kinks,
Wolf Eyes,
Iggy Pop,
Talk Talk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nils Olav,
Alison Limerick,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Intrusion,
Tom Boy,
Pylon,
cv313,
Johnny Clarke,
Prince Buster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Average White Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sister Nancy,
Basic Channel,
Mandrill,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Little Man,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Pretty Things,
Freddie Wadling,
Quadrant,
Derrick Morgan,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.