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 Zambia and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lou Christie to the crunk 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slackers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Qualms,
Aswad,
Skaos,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Wyatt,
Chris & Cosey,
the Bar-Kays,
Audionom,
Pere Ubu,
The Fall,
The Doors,
Von Mondo,
Chris Corsano,
Blancmange,
Underground Resistance,
Metal Thangz,
Babytalk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ponytail,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Bourne,
Carl Craig,
Donny Hathaway,
Kaleidoscope,
Boredoms,
The Litter,
Robert Görl,
The Modern Lovers,
The Barracudas,
Marine Girls,
The Stooges,
Wasted Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Almond,
Shuggie Otis,
Theoretical Girls,
EPMD,
Eddi Front,
Bob Dylan,
Donald Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
The Knickerbockers,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Golliwogs,
Basic Channel,
The Wake,
UT,
Brick,
Angry Samoans,
Stetsasonic,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mummies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fat Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.