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 Oman and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 The Velvet Underground 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Remains,
Deakin,
The Invisible,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pole,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suicide,
Pierre Henry,
The Gun Club,
Darondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Audionom,
Talk Talk,
Danielle Patucci,
Panda Bear,
Tomorrow,
Sonic Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Clear Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Desert Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
48th St. Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slackers,
Erykah Badu,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kas Product,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Hood,
Slick Rick,
The Techniques,
The Angels of Light,
Accadde A,
The Cramps,
Symarip,
The Dead C,
Lungfish,
Fatback Band,
The Selecter,
The Young Rascals,
Letta Mbulu,
Saccharine Trust,
Au Pairs,
Surgeon,
Black Sheep,
Eric Dolphy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Porter Ricks,
Anthony Braxton,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.