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 Micronesia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wake to the jazz 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Offenders,
Wire,
Gang Green,
Rod Modell,
The Birthday Party,
Grey Daturas,
Marine Girls,
Metal Thangz,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fire Engines,
Morten Harket,
Television,
cv313,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Durutti Column,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deadbeat,
Boz Scaggs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Slits,
Rites of Spring,
R.M.O.,
Radio Birdman,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris Corsano,
Cymande,
The Happenings,
PIL,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Stooges,
Soul II Soul,
Black Pus,
Panda Bear,
Magma,
The Associates,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boredoms,
Silicon Teens,
Cheater Slicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blake Baxter,
John Lydon,
Bush Tetras,
Fluxion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Youth Brigade,
Dawn Penn,
Hoover,
Camouflage,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camberwell Now,
Jawbox,
Scrapy,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.