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 Norway and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 OOIOO 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slave,
Public Enemy,
James White and The Blacks,
Dave Gahan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Halsall,
The Toasters,
Mandrill,
Tom Boy,
The Evens,
Lakeside,
The Monochrome Set,
Cecil Taylor,
Danielle Patucci,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cal Tjader,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Byron Stingily,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Bowie,
Guru Guru,
Chris Corsano,
Soft Cell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Henry Cow,
Minnie Riperton,
Gastr Del Sol,
This Heat,
Lindisfarne,
Arab on Radar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Names,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Barracudas,
Hashim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Vogues,
Interpol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The American Breed,
Electric Prunes,
Smog,
X-102,
Gong,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dirtbombs,
Audionom,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cluster,
Crime,
The Mojo Men,
The Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
Young Marble Giants,
Ten City,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.