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 Moldova and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Johnny Osbourne to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Chris Corsano,
Vainqueur,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Urselle,
Brass Construction,
The Smoke,
Piero Umiliani,
Max Romeo,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cheater Slicks,
Aaron Thompson,
the Swans,
Scrapy,
Infiniti,
Jandek,
Inner City,
The Vogues,
The Slackers,
The Human League,
Magazine,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantaleimon,
Sun City Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
The Modern Lovers,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Flag,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eli Mardock,
The Standells,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minor Threat,
Davy DMX,
X-Ray Spex,
Neu!,
LL Cool J,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Clarke,
X-101,
T. Rex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crime,
Oblivians,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fatback Band,
Graham Central Station,
Tubeway Army,
The Fugs,
Khruangbin,
Kerri Chandler,
The Associates,
Cybotron,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.