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 Kyrgyzstan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Monolake,
Crime,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kas Product,
Essential Logic,
Camberwell Now,
Charles Mingus,
Average White Band,
Make Up,
Flash Fearless,
June of 44,
Nils Olav,
Young Marble Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
Minutemen,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jandek,
Lindisfarne,
Ituana,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wasted Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
UT,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Japan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roger Hodgson,
Panda Bear,
Franke,
Cheater Slicks,
The Stooges,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Das Ding,
The Mojo Men,
Joy Division,
Lalann,
the Bar-Kays,
Swans,
Faraquet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Goldenarms,
The Barracudas,
Tubeway Army,
Bad Manners,
Darondo,
Silicon Teens,
Saccharine Trust,
Donald Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
Ponytail,
The Pretty Things,
David Bowie,
Warren Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.