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 Ethiopia and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rock 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Jandek,
The Move,
Dawn Penn,
David Axelrod,
Buzzcocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Adolescents,
Jeff Lynne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Sheep,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Slits,
Slave,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Malaria!,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Terry,
Charles Mingus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Graham Central Station,
Khruangbin,
Deepchord,
Soft Cell,
Drexciya,
Icehouse,
The Gap Band,
Organ,
ABC,
Accadde A,
Dead Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scion,
Bang On A Can,
Cheater Slicks,
Prince Buster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Bananas,
Harmonia,
Mad Mike,
Tubeway Army,
Shuggie Otis,
Juan Atkins,
the Association,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Y Pants,
Youth Brigade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fire Engines,
Josef K,
Duran Duran,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fela Kuti,
Crash Course in Science,
Alphaville,
K-Klass,
Eli Mardock,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.