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 Ireland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 R.M.O. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Adolescents,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yellowson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fall,
The Trojans,
ABBA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The New Christs,
PIL,
the Soft Cell,
Arthur Verocai,
Sam Rivers,
Khruangbin,
Popol Vuh,
The United States of America,
the Association,
The Move,
the Bar-Kays,
Parry Music,
Lou Christie,
Procol Harum,
The Raincoats,
Accadde A,
Amon Düül,
The Golliwogs,
Minnie Riperton,
The Real Kids,
Joy Division,
Blake Baxter,
John Holt,
Sun Ra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
U.S. Maple,
Jandek,
Schoolly D,
Robert Hood,
T. Rex,
Symarip,
Sparks,
Maurizio,
Talk Talk,
The Knickerbockers,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
Faraquet,
The Motions,
Colin Newman,
Roger Hodgson,
Stiv Bators,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiohead,
Animal Collective,
Glenn Branca,
The Cramps,
Intrusion,
Mad Mike,
The Names,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.