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 Kiribati and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Scott Walker to the punk 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slick Rick,
T.S.O.L.,
Organ,
The Beau Brummels,
Hoover,
Tommy Roe,
Liliput,
Desert Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
F. McDonald,
The Red Krayola,
John Foxx,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Womack,
June of 44,
Agitation Free,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Birthday Party,
The Real Kids,
Index,
Scott Walker,
UT,
Drexciya,
Second Layer,
The Selecter,
Alice Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tim Buckley,
Newcleus,
L. Decosne,
Cecil Taylor,
Outsiders,
Blancmange,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fall,
The Standells,
Flipper,
The Gun Club,
Junior Murvin,
Magma,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Sherman,
Fear,
The Slackers,
Nik Kershaw,
Brand Nubian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harpers Bizarre,
Throbbing Gristle,
Motorama,
Oblivians,
Sällskapet,
Underground Resistance,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.