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 Nepal and from New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Los Fastidios to the disco 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Tomorrow,
Ponytail,
Shoche,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Model 500,
the Slits,
Eli Mardock,
Bauhaus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reagan Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sandy B,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Neon Judgement,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker,
Robert Görl,
Quantec,
The Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Main Source,
the Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quando Quango,
Drive Like Jehu,
Janne Schatter,
Monks,
Q and Not U,
Kerri Chandler,
Swell Maps,
Hardrive,
Deakin,
Lyres,
Heaven 17,
The Music Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
kango's stein massive,
The Litter,
MDC,
Dawn Penn,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Easy Going,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suburban Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dirtbombs,
Fatback Band,
Wire,
Grey Daturas,
Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grauzone,
Andrew Hill,
ABC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.