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 Gambia and from London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 X-102 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Bourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rakim,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jerry's Kids,
Jandek,
Dead Boys,
Chris Corsano,
X-102,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zapp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Accadde A,
The Skatalites,
MC5,
David Bowie,
Circle Jerks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swell Maps,
Wings,
Saccharine Trust,
Glambeats Corp.,
H. Thieme,
Boredoms,
Sixth Finger,
The Doors,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Raincoats,
Eddi Front,
Hoover,
Qualms,
Ludus,
Black Pus,
Fatback Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Anakelly,
Model 500,
The Zeros,
The Neon Judgement,
Agitation Free,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick May,
Minutemen,
Livin' Joy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Parry Music,
The Barracudas,
Ponytail,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harry Pussy,
Icehouse,
Popol Vuh,
B.T. Express,
The Invisible,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moleskins,
Panda Bear,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.