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 Mexico and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Banda Bassotti to the grime 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
EPMD,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fad Gadget,
Bobbi Humphrey,
One Last Wish,
Shoche,
Duran Duran,
The Barracudas,
Aloha Tigers,
The Human League,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Guru Guru,
The Wake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The American Breed,
Nico,
The Fugs,
Ten City,
The Litter,
the Bar-Kays,
The Invisible,
X-102,
The Stooges,
Hasil Adkins,
Rakim,
Ponytail,
Anthony Braxton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ludus,
Nas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angry Samoans,
Scion,
the Germs,
Quadrant,
Cybotron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swell Maps,
Joy Division,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang of Four,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marine Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
L. Decosne,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Doors,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Near,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tubeway Army,
UT,
Black Moon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.