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 Czech Republic and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Juan Atkins 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Josef K,
Albert Ayler,
Audionom,
Yazoo,
OOIOO,
La Düsseldorf,
Nirvana,
Don Cherry,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fugazi,
Lower 48,
Youth Brigade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Popol Vuh,
AZ,
The Smoke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minnie Riperton,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kaleidoscope,
Liliput,
Avey Tare,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Teasers,
Nils Olav,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pierre Henry,
The Dead C,
Swans,
The Red Krayola,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fugs,
Ice-T,
Steve Hackett,
Minutemen,
kango's stein massive,
Q65,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacques Brel,
Dennis Brown,
Deadbeat,
Crooked Eye,
David McCallum,
Masters at Work,
Joyce Sims,
Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
Eddi Front,
The Toasters,
Amazonics,
Average White Band,
Interpol,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.