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 Slovakia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
The Star Department,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slick Rick,
Thee Headcoats,
Quantec,
Eli Mardock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sandy B,
Sällskapet,
Black Bananas,
The Walker Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Rod Modell,
Half Japanese,
Motorama,
The Techniques,
Blake Baxter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stereo Dub,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Model 500,
MC5,
Morten Harket,
Minny Pops,
Sparks,
Janne Schatter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DJ Sneak,
Liliput,
DJ Style,
Loose Ends,
The Dead C,
Dual Sessions,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gun Club,
Tom Boy,
Section 25,
Gang of Four,
Lungfish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker,
the Association,
Skriet,
Tommy Roe,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cramps,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smoke,
Skaos,
The Motions,
Scion,
Thompson Twins,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Teasers,
The Blackbyrds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun Ra,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.