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 San Marino and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Terry Callier to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
The Stooges,
Radiohead,
Tres Demented,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dave Gahan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Man Eating Sloth,
Susan Cadogan,
Swans,
Arcadia,
The Black Dice,
Reuben Wilson,
The J.B.'s,
Joensuu 1685,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Görl,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Clear Light,
Ultravox,
Godley & Creme,
Metal Thangz,
Iggy Pop,
Niagra,
Technova,
UT,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drexciya,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Selecter,
Y Pants,
Erykah Badu,
The Saints,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronnie Foster,
Bluetip,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Move,
Tom Boy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gabor Szabo,
Neu!,
Can,
Kas Product,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monochrome Set,
Sexual Harrassment,
Animal Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lindisfarne,
The Gap Band,
Pierre Henry,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.