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 Nauru and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Music Machine to the grunge 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
The Names,
Zapp,
OOIOO,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Slave,
New York Dolls,
The Misunderstood,
John Lydon,
Hardrive,
The Fall,
Fat Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kenny Larkin,
Flipper,
Robert Wyatt,
Dawn Penn,
Bauhaus,
Sarah Menescal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Niagra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oblivians,
Freddie Wadling,
Shoche,
48th St. Collective,
The Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young,
LL Cool J,
The Slits,
The Star Department,
Graham Central Station,
The Selecter,
Steve Hackett,
The Pop Group,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Style,
Ossler,
Pole,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skriet,
Jeff Mills,
Desert Stars,
Skaos,
Danielle Patucci,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun City Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swans,
June Days,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.