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 Belarus and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lightning Bolt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Rod Modell,
Monolake,
Quando Quango,
The Pretty Things,
Mad Mike,
Scrapy,
Faust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sex Pistols,
Mission of Burma,
Warsaw,
Lower 48,
the Swans,
Marvin Gaye,
Franke,
Wings,
The Smiths,
Howard Jones,
Sun City Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
Eddi Front,
Q and Not U,
Young Marble Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Banda Bassotti,
Bad Manners,
La Düsseldorf,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantaleimon,
Kayak,
The Blackbyrds,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker,
Barrington Levy,
Maurizio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angry Samoans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Hood,
Essential Logic,
Second Layer,
Alton Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
The Doors,
The Cure,
Juan Atkins,
The Beau Brummels,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Toasters,
Zero Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
48th St. Collective,
Malaria!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bush Tetras,
Marine Girls,
Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.