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 Israel and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Halifax.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dirtbombs to the disco 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Swans,
Magazine,
Bootsy Collins,
the Bar-Kays,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sällskapet,
The Kinks,
Gichy Dan,
The Offenders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Q65,
Simply Red,
Gang Green,
Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Newcleus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pussy Galore,
Scan 7,
Jeff Mills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Von Mondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Unrelated Segments,
The Flesh Eaters,
Graham Central Station,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Basic Channel,
Warren Ellis,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Finger,
Dual Sessions,
The Raincoats,
Alton Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
This Heat,
Ice-T,
Arab on Radar,
PIL,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul II Soul,
ABC,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wings,
Oblivians,
Connie Case,
Accadde A,
Wally Richardson,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young,
John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Bourne,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.