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 Egypt 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Index to the rock 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Deakin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Barracudas,
Archie Shepp,
Cecil Taylor,
The Blues Magoos,
Idris Muhammad,
Lyres,
Sarah Menescal,
Minny Pops,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aaron Thompson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lightning Bolt,
Pulsallama,
Marshall Jefferson,
Michelle Simonal,
Eurythmics,
The Gun Club,
The Residents,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Monks,
Duran Duran,
The Count Five,
Smog,
June Days,
Jandek,
Todd Terry,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maleditus Sound,
Blake Baxter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monolake,
Sonny Sharrock,
Danielle Patucci,
Moebius,
Drexciya,
Marvin Gaye,
Qualms,
Bluetip,
The Slits,
Bang On A Can,
The Toasters,
David Axelrod,
Harmonia,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fortunes,
CMW,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Motorama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quadrant,
Cybotron,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.