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 Haiti and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Patti Smith to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smiths,
Ornette Coleman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sam Rivers,
Mad Mike,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Selecter,
The Black Dice,
Model 500,
Eric Dolphy,
The Victims,
Carl Craig,
Whodini,
X-101,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Names,
Index,
Severed Heads,
Dawn Penn,
Al Stewart,
The Happenings,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Subhumans,
Siglo XX,
Dual Sessions,
The Standells,
The Dead C,
Sandy B,
Flash Fearless,
R.M.O.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sonics,
DNA,
Janne Schatter,
The Fuzztones,
Mars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Foxx,
The Beau Brummels,
Cameo,
The Gories,
Jacques Brel,
the Normal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kayak,
Black Bananas,
Newcleus,
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yellowson,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Mills,
Qualms,
The Sound,
Don Cherry,
Ohio Players,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.