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 Greece and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Heaven 17 to the electroclash 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
The Knickerbockers,
Faust,
Wire,
Wings,
The Busters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Human League,
Duran Duran,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Khruangbin,
Essential Logic,
Ultra Naté,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
Lightning Bolt,
Dark Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül II,
Sparks,
Mad Mike,
Circle Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Martian,
The Seeds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
OOIOO,
Lungfish,
Au Pairs,
Maleditus Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Television,
Sister Nancy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lakeside,
Pussy Galore,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Terry,
One Last Wish,
Livin' Joy,
John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anakelly,
The Slackers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Velvet Underground,
Index,
Severed Heads,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed,
Tom Boy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funkadelic,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The 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.