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 Azerbaijan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Associates to the techno 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Jandek,
Section 25,
Althea and Donna,
The Zeros,
MC5,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cowsills,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monks,
Albert Ayler,
Magma,
Sonny Sharrock,
Newcleus,
Pantytec,
Roxy Music,
The Wake,
the Association,
Cymande,
Ponytail,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sandy B,
Saccharine Trust,
Grauzone,
Magazine,
Intrusion,
Sonic Youth,
Model 500,
Johnny Clarke,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy Collins,
The Offenders,
Anakelly,
Niagra,
New Age Steppers,
Yellowson,
The Neon Judgement,
Popol Vuh,
Buzzcocks,
Charles Mingus,
The Litter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Black Dice,
Icehouse,
Boredoms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sound,
the Sonics,
Josef K,
The American Breed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lower 48,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.