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 Georgia and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Moebius 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Model 500,
Mandrill,
Dawn Penn,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harmonia,
Thee Headcoats,
Don Cherry,
Kas Product,
Joy Division,
Shoche,
Aloha Tigers,
H. Thieme,
Basic Channel,
Terry Callier,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Searchers,
Flipper,
Heaven 17,
The Barracudas,
Fat Boys,
New Order,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-101,
kango's stein massive,
Lightning Bolt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
A Certain Ratio,
Lower 48,
Das Ding,
Zapp,
Black Flag,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fortunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Q and Not U,
David Axelrod,
Technova,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Happenings,
Deakin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Görl,
Ronnie Foster,
Hardrive,
Gang of Four,
Bang On A Can,
Second Layer,
Dead Boys,
Lalann,
Black Pus,
Rufus Thomas,
Make Up,
Nick Fraelich,
The Golliwogs,
Colin Newman,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.