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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Standells to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
The Pretty Things,
The Wake,
Infiniti,
Oblivians,
Pagans,
Boz Scaggs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Zero Boys,
Bill Wells,
Sight & Sound,
The Litter,
Scientists,
Glenn Branca,
The Busters,
the Bar-Kays,
Toni Rubio,
Skarface,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cameo,
Fatback Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barrington Levy,
X-101,
James White and The Blacks,
Sparks,
The Cowsills,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ossler,
Cybotron,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Cell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tom Boy,
Patti Smith,
Skriet,
CMW,
Colin Newman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crooked Eye,
The Pop Group,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Velvet Underground,
Eddi Front,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Babytalk,
Hoover,
David Axelrod,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The United States of America,
Thee Headcoats,
Pere Ubu,
T.S.O.L.,
Harmonia,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronnie Foster,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.