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 Vietnam and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Faust to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Grey Daturas,
Hashim,
Jawbox,
The Real Kids,
The United States of America,
Stetsasonic,
Hot Snakes,
Iggy Pop,
X-101,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brass Construction,
The Cure,
ABC,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deepchord,
The Stooges,
The Angels of Light,
Oblivians,
Robert Görl,
Soft Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Dark Day,
Ten City,
The Litter,
Eric Copeland,
Throbbing Gristle,
Shuggie Otis,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dorothy Ashby,
The American Breed,
Sällskapet,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick May,
Minnie Riperton,
Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
Kas Product,
Talk Talk,
Main Source,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joensuu 1685,
The Remains,
Pulsallama,
Scientists,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Panda Bear,
Minor Threat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronnie Foster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donald Byrd,
Dead Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Index,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.