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 Samoa and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Zapp to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erasure,
The Misunderstood,
World's Most,
Sonic Youth,
Cluster,
the Sonics,
The Evens,
Little Man,
Blake Baxter,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Make Up,
Von Mondo,
Wolf Eyes,
OOIOO,
The Sound,
Black Sheep,
Bad Manners,
Excepter,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Los Fastidios,
Gang of Four,
David Axelrod,
Ronan,
AZ,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deepchord,
The Dead C,
Camberwell Now,
Subhumans,
Sparks,
Jeff Mills,
LL Cool J,
Mandrill,
Crispy Ambulance,
Q and Not U,
Nils Olav,
John Cale,
Surgeon,
Kenny Larkin,
Index,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chrome,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
MDC,
Glambeats Corp.,
DNA,
Schoolly D,
Michelle Simonal,
The Leaves,
Rufus Thomas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ponytail,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Panda Bear,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.