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 Uruguay and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Deakin to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oblivians,
The Motions,
Ultimate Spinach,
June of 44,
Thompson Twins,
Kaleidoscope,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Moon,
Excepter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Smooth,
Josef K,
F. McDonald,
The Pretty Things,
CMW,
In Retrospect,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fall,
Bill Wells,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soulsonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
Tim Buckley,
The Standells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Schoolly D,
John Lydon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Swell Maps,
Scientists,
The Doors,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fela Kuti,
Sun Ra,
Severed Heads,
FM Einheit,
Blossom Toes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Underground Resistance,
Graham Central Station,
the Slits,
Peter & Gordon,
Ornette Coleman,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gladiators,
New Order,
Marc Almond,
Youth Brigade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harry Pussy,
Gang of Four,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Ronnie Foster,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.