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 Kyrgyzstan and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar 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 Wolf Eyes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Lightning Bolt,
The Misunderstood,
Warren Ellis,
Altered Images,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hashim,
Josef K,
The Count Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers,
Minutemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gladiators,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marine Girls,
The Kinks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Offenders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crooked Eye,
Blake Baxter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joy Division,
Jeru the Damaja,
Banda Bassotti,
Tommy Roe,
Pole,
Eric Dolphy,
Vladislav Delay,
Malaria!,
Angry Samoans,
Los Fastidios,
Jacob Miller,
Lakeside,
Dark Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nils Olav,
Sly & The Family Stone,
E-Dancer,
Reagan Youth,
cv313,
Alphaville,
Fatback Band,
Organ,
Ituana,
Sight & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang On A Can,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siglo XX,
Excepter,
Bob Dylan,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.