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 Sri Lanka and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Glenn Branca to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Wire,
Pylon,
CMW,
The Doors,
Jandek,
Barry Ungar,
Steve Hackett,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oneida,
New York Dolls,
Letta Mbulu,
Magma,
The Pop Group,
The Remains,
Hardrive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris Corsano,
Eddi Front,
The Zeros,
T.S.O.L.,
The Techniques,
Erykah Badu,
48th St. Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mad Mike,
World's Most,
the Human League,
Talk Talk,
The J.B.'s,
Brothers Johnson,
Sound Behaviour,
Joy Division,
Joe Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Birthday Party,
Panda Bear,
R.M.O.,
Moss Icon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Happenings,
Al Stewart,
Faraquet,
Jawbox,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alphaville,
Sonic Youth,
The Invisible,
Bush Tetras,
Excepter,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Make Up,
Anthony Braxton,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.