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 Tajikistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minor Threat 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T.S.O.L.,
Unrelated Segments,
Grey Daturas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
H. Thieme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pagans,
Eurythmics,
R.M.O.,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crash Course in Science,
Soft Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Terry,
Los Fastidios,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moby Grape,
Young Marble Giants,
Ronnie Foster,
Lyres,
Juan Atkins,
The Knickerbockers,
Quadrant,
Schoolly D,
Popol Vuh,
Moebius,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mojo Men,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Fad Gadget,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Wells,
Reuben Wilson,
John Cale,
Sonic Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doors,
The Dirtbombs,
Siglo XX,
The Fortunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Lydon,
Alton Ellis,
Panda Bear,
Toni Rubio,
Pylon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Piero Umiliani,
Leonard Cohen,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.