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 Czech Republic and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the grunge 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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Stooges,
Ponytail,
Faust,
Sugar Minott,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gladiators,
Funky Four + One,
Junior Murvin,
Fluxion,
Y Pants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bronski Beat,
Sexual Harrassment,
K-Klass,
The Monochrome Set,
Spandau Ballet,
Porter Ricks,
The Kinks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dead C,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
Don Cherry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Das Ding,
Lou Christie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crash Course in Science,
Pagans,
The Saints,
Guru Guru,
Duran Duran,
the Human League,
Crooked Eye,
Gabor Szabo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Five Americans,
The Music Machine,
Panda Bear,
The Gap Band,
Loose Ends,
The Move,
Warren Ellis,
Siglo XX,
Can,
the Sonics,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick Morgan,
The Associates,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bush Tetras,
Jawbox,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang of Four,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.