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 Croatia and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Smoke to the punk 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Stetsasonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sixth Finger,
Wasted Youth,
John Lydon,
The Leaves,
MC5,
Mandrill,
Yazoo,
Franke,
Easy Going,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Invisible,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dave Clark Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moleskins,
The Happenings,
Sound Behaviour,
Joy Division,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kenny Larkin,
Michelle Simonal,
Whodini,
Wire,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hot Snakes,
Mr. Review,
Alice Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anthony Braxton,
Jandek,
AZ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Patti Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiohead,
New Order,
Lungfish,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cluster,
Isaac Hayes,
Wolf Eyes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Guru Guru,
Massinfluence,
Dorothy Ashby,
Basic Channel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Intrusion,
MDC,
Minutemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sarah Menescal,
Liliput,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.