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 Yemen and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the dance 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 United States of America,
The Trojans,
Mr. Review,
Boredoms,
The Blackbyrds,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lightning Bolt,
John Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cure,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Pop Group,
Moby Grape,
Los Fastidios,
Brick,
Pagans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Q65,
Bill Near,
X-Ray Spex,
Aswad,
The Young Rascals,
Ralphi Rosario,
Altered Images,
Wasted Youth,
The Motions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Saccharine Trust,
Stereo Dub,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Steve Hackett,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monks,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Darondo,
Sam Rivers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Index,
Echospace,
The Cramps,
David McCallum,
Soul II Soul,
Albert Ayler,
Aaron Thompson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barry Ungar,
Moss Icon,
Marine Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Smog,
The Pretty Things,
UT,
June Days,
The Gladiators,
John Holt,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.