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 Paraguay and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fugs to the dance 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Supertramp,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Moleskins,
China Crisis,
Chris Corsano,
Pantytec,
Wolf Eyes,
Mantronix,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flash Fearless,
Easy Going,
Organ,
The Toasters,
The Invisible,
Ituana,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fortunes,
The Neon Judgement,
The Offenders,
Lungfish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television Personalities,
The Birthday Party,
The Leaves,
Kevin Saunderson,
Second Layer,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Almond,
Clear Light,
Dennis Brown,
Wings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Josef K,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barry Ungar,
Dual Sessions,
New Age Steppers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Trumans Water,
David Axelrod,
Todd Rundgren,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare,
Little Man,
Kerri Chandler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Wake,
cv313,
Symarip,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shuggie Otis,
Harry Pussy,
The Velvet Underground,
Moss Icon,
Marine Girls,
Rekid,
Leonard Cohen,
Brothers Johnson,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.