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 Romania and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Radiopuhelimet to the funk 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sixth Finger,
Little Man,
The Birthday Party,
Grandmaster Flash,
Patti Smith,
Fat Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Görl,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Josef K,
Hasil Adkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oblivians,
Harmonia,
The Red Krayola,
X-102,
Wasted Youth,
Eddi Front,
Alison Limerick,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare,
Grauzone,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Finger,
Hoover,
Scratch Acid,
The Gories,
Michelle Simonal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ornette Coleman,
Excepter,
The Buckinghams,
OOIOO,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Swans,
June Days,
CMW,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flash Fearless,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Howard Jones,
Roxy Music,
Bad Manners,
Visage,
Popol Vuh,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mad Mike,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barbara Tucker,
Guru Guru,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers,
Isaac Hayes,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Flag,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.