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 Malawi and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Neu! to the techno 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Lightning Bolt,
Maurizio,
Crooked Eye,
Saccharine Trust,
Tropical Tobacco,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alison Limerick,
Jacob Miller,
The Smoke,
The Sonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeff Mills,
Second Layer,
Minutemen,
Grey Daturas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Idris Muhammad,
Loose Ends,
Surgeon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scion,
DJ Sneak,
Pantaleimon,
Echospace,
The Leaves,
Magazine,
Bang On A Can,
Liliput,
Scott Walker,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mantronix,
Chris & Cosey,
Interpol,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kas Product,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Royal Trux,
Ronan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Infiniti,
Porter Ricks,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New Age Steppers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Urselle,
China Crisis,
Ituana,
Groovy Waters,
Lyres,
Al Stewart,
Siglo XX,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.