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 Gabon and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Arcadia to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Slick Rick,
Peter and Kerry,
Mad Mike,
Fatback Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Henry Cow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Techniques,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
the Bar-Kays,
Stetsasonic,
Circle Jerks,
Spoonie Gee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Piero Umiliani,
Derrick Morgan,
Tommy Roe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Standells,
Dawn Penn,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Sheep,
Cybotron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gories,
The Residents,
Quantec,
E-Dancer,
Unwound,
The New Christs,
Freddie Wadling,
Television Personalities,
PIL,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zero Boys,
Kayak,
Rosa Yemen,
Yusef Lateef,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Neon Judgement,
Desert Stars,
One Last Wish,
Bill Near,
Darondo,
Whodini,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Massinfluence,
Janne Schatter,
Fat Boys,
Lindisfarne,
The Skatalites,
Sister Nancy,
The Remains,
The Gun Club,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.