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 Cambodia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Animal Collective to the funk 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radiohead,
The Birthday Party,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Moon,
Funkadelic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Lydon,
Joy Division,
The Gories,
Amazonics,
Babytalk,
Ronan,
Jawbox,
These Immortal Souls,
Crime,
Make Up,
Charles Mingus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Green,
The Cramps,
Brand Nubian,
Man Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Organ,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABBA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerri Chandler,
Gong,
Radiopuhelimet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marine Girls,
Rekid,
Livin' Joy,
A Certain Ratio,
LL Cool J,
Alton Ellis,
John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jandek,
Neu!,
L. Decosne,
Quando Quango,
Alice Coltrane,
Iggy Pop,
Spandau Ballet,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mad Mike,
Country Teasers,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.