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 Malawi and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bang On A Can to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Machine,
Liliput,
Minutemen,
Absolute Body Control,
Joe Finger,
Sex Pistols,
Warsaw,
Accadde A,
Arcadia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Style,
Wally Richardson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Saints,
Neu!,
Siglo XX,
Ponytail,
Lightning Bolt,
Wings,
Underground Resistance,
China Crisis,
Chrome,
James White and The Blacks,
Motorama,
Howard Jones,
Intrusion,
The Victims,
Thompson Twins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nas,
Carl Craig,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Hood,
Sight & Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Birthday Party,
X-Ray Spex,
Idris Muhammad,
Royal Trux,
Sister Nancy,
Faraquet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Raincoats,
Second Layer,
Cameo,
Animal Collective,
Darondo,
Supertramp,
The Beau Brummels,
Radio Birdman,
Brass Construction,
The Last Poets,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terry Callier,
Lower 48,
Colin Newman,
Alton Ellis,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.