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 Brunei and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 The Evens to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
The New Christs,
Scrapy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lucky Dragons,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeru the Damaja,
KRS-One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flipper,
U.S. Maple,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Das Ding,
Groovy Waters,
June of 44,
Albert Ayler,
Nirvana,
Glenn Branca,
Eli Mardock,
The Real Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Trojans,
E-Dancer,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amazonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smoke,
ABBA,
These Immortal Souls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alison Limerick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Halsall,
cv313,
Duran Duran,
The Human League,
Vainqueur,
Crime,
John Foxx,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronan,
The Names,
Rotary Connection,
Simply Red,
Can,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blues Magoos,
Niagra,
Massinfluence,
Parry Music,
The Victims,
Howard Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
Cymande,
The Invisible,
Ponytail,
Janne Schatter,
Black Flag,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.