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 Kosovo and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Von Mondo to the grunge 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nick Fraelich,
Lungfish,
Bootsy Collins,
Bad Manners,
David Bowie,
Barry Ungar,
Popol Vuh,
Siglo XX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crime,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alphaville,
Essential Logic,
Lower 48,
Tres Demented,
The Dead C,
Lyres,
The Angels of Light,
The Happenings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Enemy,
Unwound,
Television Personalities,
Sexual Harrassment,
Maleditus Sound,
Model 500,
the Association,
The Blackbyrds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Whodini,
Rosa Yemen,
The Black Dice,
John Lydon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neu!,
Fatback Band,
Moss Icon,
The Smoke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Albert Ayler,
Roxette,
Rufus Thomas,
The Move,
Scratch Acid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pole,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doors,
Aaron Thompson,
Mars,
The Toasters,
10cc,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zero Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.