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 Netherlands and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Oneida to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Eurythmics,
Warren Ellis,
June Days,
Robert Hood,
K-Klass,
Sound Behaviour,
Tommy Roe,
Charles Mingus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Byron Stingily,
The Raincoats,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultravox,
Piero Umiliani,
Minny Pops,
Yaz,
Fat Boys,
UT,
Bush Tetras,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moody Blues,
The Pop Group,
One Last Wish,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Easy Going,
Kurtis Blow,
Suicide,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brand Nubian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Whodini,
Public Enemy,
John Cale,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stiv Bators,
Clear Light,
Wire,
Nils Olav,
Qualms,
Zapp,
David Axelrod,
E-Dancer,
The Blues Magoos,
Moebius,
The United States of America,
Mad Mike,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tom Boy,
Circle Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.