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 Ecuador and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Joyce Sims to the crunk 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Bowie,
Pulsallama,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stiv Bators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reagan Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Little Man,
Juan Atkins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Toni Rubio,
Jawbox,
Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Swans,
The Fugs,
Swans,
Nas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Black Dice,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Görl,
Interpol,
The Mojo Men,
The Grass Roots,
Ponytail,
Visage,
Sixth Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magma,
The Fuzztones,
Los Fastidios,
Inner City,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gap Band,
Malaria!,
Symarip,
Yazoo,
Pagans,
Graham Central Station,
Scientists,
Quantec,
Byron Stingily,
The Beau Brummels,
The Vogues,
The Residents,
The Pretty Things,
Swell Maps,
Skarface,
Tres Demented,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Duran Duran,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hardrive,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.