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 the UAE and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Graham Central Station to the rap 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smiths,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slits,
Roy Ayers,
Ponytail,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grauzone,
The Busters,
Ronan,
Boredoms,
New York Dolls,
Thompson Twins,
The Vogues,
The Saints,
Aural Exciters,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quantec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Searchers,
Wings,
Excepter,
Todd Rundgren,
Kas Product,
Pantaleimon,
the Normal,
Letta Mbulu,
Fugazi,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bush Tetras,
Ice-T,
The Monks,
The Barracudas,
The Residents,
Simply Red,
Metal Thangz,
Alton Ellis,
Make Up,
Cybotron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Clear Light,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sight & Sound,
E-Dancer,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fortunes,
Duran Duran,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Human League,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arthur Verocai,
The J.B.'s,
New Age Steppers,
Magma,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare,
Soft Machine,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.