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 Austria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joy Division to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Andrew Hill,
Delta 5,
Make Up,
PIL,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
Minutemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Swans,
Wally Richardson,
Pagans,
The Real Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
K-Klass,
ABBA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Massinfluence,
Eric B and Rakim,
Susan Cadogan,
The Saints,
Symarip,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Happenings,
Livin' Joy,
Fugazi,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liliput,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ken Boothe,
Stetsasonic,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers,
Parry Music,
Boredoms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chrome,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ten City,
Sarah Menescal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Duran Duran,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Buckinghams,
Nation of Ulysses,
Easy Going,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lungfish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marvin Gaye,
The New Christs,
June of 44,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.