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 Montenegro and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Au Pairs 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
The Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
Intrusion,
Qualms,
Amon Düül II,
The Names,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dawn Penn,
Shoche,
The Sisters of Mercy,
kango's stein massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Minny Pops,
Derrick Morgan,
MDC,
Pet Shop Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
Eli Mardock,
Mo-Dettes,
PIL,
Average White Band,
Erykah Badu,
Cymande,
Stereo Dub,
Wolf Eyes,
Anthony Braxton,
New Age Steppers,
Howard Jones,
The Leaves,
Newcleus,
Pantaleimon,
Television Personalities,
Zero Boys,
New York Dolls,
The Moleskins,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Holt,
Quantec,
The Zeros,
Marvin Gaye,
a-ha,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chrome,
The Saints,
Althea and Donna,
The American Breed,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Sherman,
Tim Buckley,
Hardrive,
Ultra Naté,
Kaleidoscope,
Albert Ayler,
The Invisible,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.