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 Iraq and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 AZ to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Livin' Joy,
DNA,
Minor Threat,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swell Maps,
The Fugs,
OOIOO,
Scientists,
The Smoke,
Scion,
D'Angelo,
LL Cool J,
Icehouse,
Porter Ricks,
Sällskapet,
Wasted Youth,
Fugazi,
Pierre Henry,
Dead Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Star Department,
Dual Sessions,
The Count Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Slick Rick,
Arcadia,
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dead C,
Roger Hodgson,
Flamin' Groovies,
New Order,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Names,
FM Einheit,
The Litter,
Ten City,
Kenny Larkin,
The American Breed,
June of 44,
Bluetip,
K-Klass,
Trumans Water,
The Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Pylon,
Nas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Slits,
The United States of America,
Jandek,
Erasure,
Hasil Adkins,
Sam Rivers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Pus,
Althea and Donna,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.