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 South Africa and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brass Construction to the dance 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom 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?
Oblivians,
Brick,
Surgeon,
Vainqueur,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nils Olav,
Wolf Eyes,
The Barracudas,
U.S. Maple,
Rapeman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Misunderstood,
ABBA,
Black Sheep,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crooked Eye,
Popol Vuh,
Deepchord,
The Last Poets,
Fear,
Nas,
David Bowie,
Underground Resistance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moss Icon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slave,
Easy Going,
Bang On A Can,
Pere Ubu,
Unwound,
Blossom Toes,
Swell Maps,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Wells,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hasil Adkins,
Rakim,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed,
Grey Daturas,
Kerri Chandler,
Simply Red,
Stereo Dub,
Nirvana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Loose Ends,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jandek,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun City Girls,
Whodini,
The Leaves,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.