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 Togo and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pierre Henry to the rap 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gun Club,
Ohio Players,
Neu!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Evens,
AZ,
Spoonie Gee,
The Kinks,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-101,
Saccharine Trust,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brand Nubian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Wells,
Man Parrish,
Bootsy Collins,
Sugar Minott,
The Victims,
Bush Tetras,
Subhumans,
Tim Buckley,
Carl Craig,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MC5,
Liliput,
Albert Ayler,
Freddie Wadling,
Sparks,
Joey Negro,
The Blues Magoos,
The Misunderstood,
Minor Threat,
Second Layer,
Erasure,
Popol Vuh,
U.S. Maple,
Inner City,
Mars,
Average White Band,
The Golliwogs,
Rod Modell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yaz,
The Toasters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glenn Branca,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unrelated Segments,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.