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 Israel and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Albert Ayler to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Neu!,
Gang of Four,
Mission of Burma,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris & Cosey,
the Bar-Kays,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bluetip,
Susan Cadogan,
Cybotron,
Whodini,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dead Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Liliput,
The Barracudas,
Isaac Hayes,
Swell Maps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Bad Manners,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Happenings,
The Remains,
Alton Ellis,
Minor Threat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Donny Hathaway,
Nico,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Underground Resistance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Mills,
Panda Bear,
Sight & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
The Cowsills,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Wells,
Dark Day,
June Days,
Rakim,
The Litter,
Little Man,
T. Rex,
Soft Cell,
Sun City Girls,
Oneida,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
8 Eyed Spy,
Rufus Thomas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Silicon Teens,
Quadrant,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.