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 Sudan and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Drexciya to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
The Modern Lovers,
Eve St. Jones,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wasted Youth,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Pretty Things,
David McCallum,
Rekid,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalann,
Minutemen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flipper,
Minor Threat,
The Searchers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Animal Collective,
Angry Samoans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Count Five,
Quantec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pussy Galore,
The Move,
Neil Young,
Crime,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-102,
The Motions,
Dead Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pole,
Andrew Hill,
Ituana,
Half Japanese,
Tim Buckley,
Soulsonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
EPMD,
Oneida,
Young Marble Giants,
Lyres,
Danielle Patucci,
The Evens,
Gabor Szabo,
June Days,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sonics,
The Cramps,
The Wake,
Eric Dolphy,
Cheater Slicks,
The Black Dice,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Max Romeo,
Echospace,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.