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 Peru and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Germs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Starr,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Underground Resistance,
Ten City,
The Moleskins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funkadelic,
Camberwell Now,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T. Rex,
The Evens,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxette,
Country Teasers,
ABBA,
The Angels of Light,
Minnie Riperton,
Archie Shepp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maurizio,
Dead Boys,
Bush Tetras,
The Barracudas,
The Mummies,
Theoretical Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Stereo Dub,
DNA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pole,
David Bowie,
Idris Muhammad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Make Up,
Saccharine Trust,
MC5,
Joe Smooth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agent Orange,
The Durutti Column,
Albert Ayler,
Patti Smith,
Al Stewart,
The Names,
Icehouse,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Halsall,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sällskapet,
Jandek,
Peter and Kerry,
Animal Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.