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 Togo and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Martian to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Avey Tare,
The Real Kids,
Dual Sessions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Young Marble Giants,
Section 25,
FM Einheit,
Magma,
the Bar-Kays,
Swans,
Echospace,
Slave,
Q65,
Yellowson,
Anakelly,
Bobby Sherman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harry Pussy,
Thompson Twins,
The Knickerbockers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Althea and Donna,
Massinfluence,
Agent Orange,
Sandy B,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Osbourne,
Little Man,
Mandrill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moleskins,
Basic Channel,
Soft Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Von Mondo,
Maurizio,
Cheater Slicks,
The Pretty Things,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moby Grape,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stereo Dub,
Moebius,
Amazonics,
The Dead C,
Robert Görl,
Blossom Toes,
The Gladiators,
Youth Brigade,
Archie Shepp,
Groovy Waters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonic Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Boredoms,
Sun City Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mojo Men,
Terrestrial Tones,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.