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 Armenia and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sonny Sharrock to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris & Cosey,
Ohio Players,
Y Pants,
Shoche,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Section 25,
The Walker Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Supertramp,
June Days,
The Smoke,
Underground Resistance,
David McCallum,
Icehouse,
Intrusion,
Harmonia,
Circle Jerks,
Fluxion,
Scion,
Hasil Adkins,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Machine,
The Happenings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television Personalities,
Anakelly,
The Cowsills,
Mission of Burma,
The Standells,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABBA,
Gang Green,
Bronski Beat,
Trumans Water,
Ituana,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minor Threat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flipper,
EPMD,
The Velvet Underground,
The Leaves,
The Fuzztones,
Ten City,
Junior Murvin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gichy Dan,
Second Layer,
Joy Division,
Eric Dolphy,
Blake Baxter,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Near,
Scott Walker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mars,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.