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 Slovakia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
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 mellotron 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 Amazonics to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Crash Course in Science,
Vladislav Delay,
Ten City,
Schoolly D,
Buzzcocks,
The Divine Comedy,
Warren Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Radiopuhelimet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sonics,
Terry Callier,
The Dead C,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Bananas,
Index,
Little Man,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Green,
This Heat,
Unwound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arcadia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David McCallum,
Barbara Tucker,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alison Limerick,
Kas Product,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Babytalk,
Slave,
Delta 5,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Youth Brigade,
The Techniques,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pere Ubu,
Circle Jerks,
Duran Duran,
Ituana,
Porter Ricks,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fugs,
Severed Heads,
Motorama,
Amon Düül,
Clear Light,
Absolute Body Control,
a-ha,
Wolf Eyes,
Stereo Dub,
the Bar-Kays,
Graham Central Station,
Bluetip,
The Wake,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.