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 Iraq and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Gang of Four to the disco 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Lakeside,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Groovy Waters,
Mark Hollis,
Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anthony Braxton,
K-Klass,
The Count Five,
New Age Steppers,
Maleditus Sound,
The American Breed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bill Wells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
The New Christs,
The Knickerbockers,
Ronan,
Quadrant,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rufus Thomas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fall,
Toni Rubio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pere Ubu,
David Axelrod,
Marcia Griffiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Colin Newman,
Kas Product,
Marmalade,
Tubeway Army,
PIL,
Deepchord,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ituana,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Leonard Cohen,
The Offenders,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sarah Menescal,
U.S. Maple,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Man Eating Sloth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Simply Red,
Sparks,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.