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 Algeria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Lebanon Hanover to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Halsall,
Whodini,
JFA,
Magma,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smoke,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Womack,
Barry Ungar,
The Angels of Light,
Colin Newman,
Television,
The Evens,
Q and Not U,
Kenny Larkin,
Lower 48,
The Doors,
Althea and Donna,
Yellowson,
Rod Modell,
Howard Jones,
Easy Going,
Fear,
Soft Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Tommy Roe,
Cymande,
Kerri Chandler,
Schoolly D,
Stereo Dub,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare,
Don Cherry,
The Mojo Men,
Make Up,
Minor Threat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
a-ha,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonic Youth,
Funky Four + One,
The Victims,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The J.B.'s,
Bootsy Collins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sarah Menescal,
Excepter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dawn Penn,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blues Magoos,
Electric Prunes,
the Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
K-Klass,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.