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 Bahrain and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ronnie Foster to the techno 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aswad,
Man Eating Sloth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rekid,
Jacques Brel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lindisfarne,
Moby Grape,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
The Techniques,
Aural Exciters,
Tom Boy,
PIL,
The American Breed,
Flash Fearless,
Smog,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lower 48,
Echospace,
Groovy Waters,
Rufus Thomas,
Public Enemy,
Young Marble Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantaleimon,
Schoolly D,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Connie Case,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül,
LL Cool J,
Deakin,
The United States of America,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris Corsano,
AZ,
Letta Mbulu,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Flag,
Dave Gahan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Isaac Hayes,
Graham Central Station,
The Count Five,
Theoretical Girls,
World's Most,
ABC,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
New Order,
Gastr Del Sol,
Royal Trux,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skaos,
The Victims,
Blake Baxter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Altered Images,
The Slackers,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.