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 Guinea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Holger Czukay 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 Sonic Youth to the rock 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Steve Hackett,
Pantytec,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed,
Jacob Miller,
Deepchord,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echospace,
Subhumans,
Easy Going,
New Age Steppers,
The Real Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
CMW,
The Detroit Cobras,
Average White Band,
Cal Tjader,
Gabor Szabo,
The Litter,
Moebius,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unwound,
The Cowsills,
Agent Orange,
Los Fastidios,
Section 25,
The Fugs,
Intrusion,
Main Source,
The J.B.'s,
Skriet,
the Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
The Martian,
Basic Channel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonic Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Wells,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harry Pussy,
Scott Walker,
Warsaw,
The Gories,
MDC,
Depeche Mode,
The Smiths,
Bronski Beat,
Supertramp,
Sandy B,
Agitation Free,
Sixth Finger,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alton Ellis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gong,
Procol Harum,
Jandek,
Josef K,
X-102,
In Retrospect,
Fugazi,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.