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 Taiwan and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 T.S.O.L. 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Lakeside,
Groovy Waters,
The Cramps,
Rapeman,
Oblivians,
Severed Heads,
The Fugs,
Sarah Menescal,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dirtbombs,
Bob Dylan,
H. Thieme,
Yazoo,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Christie,
Pulsallama,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy Collins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Connie Case,
Black Pus,
David Axelrod,
The Selecter,
Symarip,
Camouflage,
Bobby Sherman,
John Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris Corsano,
Magma,
Intrusion,
Qualms,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash,
Second Layer,
Davy DMX,
Hashim,
Slave,
Stiv Bators,
Goldenarms,
One Last Wish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funkadelic,
The Motions,
a-ha,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Byrd,
Pantytec,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Duran Duran,
Sun City Girls,
Tom Boy,
Glenn Branca,
Organ,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sparks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ice-T,
The Saints,
Banda Bassotti,
The Invisible,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.