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 Singapore and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
F. McDonald,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eli Mardock,
Grauzone,
Icehouse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Modern Lovers,
Index,
ABC,
The Grass Roots,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pylon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mark Hollis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
UT,
Bootsy Collins,
the Slits,
Fluxion,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Idris Muhammad,
Khruangbin,
Loose Ends,
Bronski Beat,
Negative Approach,
DNA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Womack,
K-Klass,
Black Sheep,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shoche,
Audionom,
The Smiths,
Sound Behaviour,
Glenn Branca,
One Last Wish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Banda Bassotti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Starr,
Mars,
Kayak,
Massinfluence,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blancmange,
PIL,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rekid,
The Invisible,
Warren Ellis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.