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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Swans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Moss Icon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
cv313,
Surgeon,
Mars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marine Girls,
Roxette,
Cluster,
Todd Terry,
Terry Callier,
Lower 48,
Connie Case,
Gong,
Tommy Roe,
The Invisible,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deepchord,
MDC,
Underground Resistance,
Letta Mbulu,
10cc,
Barry Ungar,
The Divine Comedy,
ABC,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spoonie Gee,
Smog,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skarface,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Angels of Light,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Searchers,
Soft Machine,
Camouflage,
The Cramps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Max Romeo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Los Fastidios,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gun Club,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Loose Ends,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dirtbombs,
Fad Gadget,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Royal Trux,
The Leaves,
Q65,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fuzztones,
the Sonics,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.