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 Sri Lanka and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Wings to the techno 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Yaz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Laurel Aitken,
Bronski Beat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
L. Decosne,
Derrick May,
Oneida,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Adolescents,
Brand Nubian,
Suburban Knight,
The Saints,
The Count Five,
Pierre Henry,
Patti Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Sarah Menescal,
In Retrospect,
Aswad,
Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
Tim Buckley,
Anakelly,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Los Fastidios,
Roxy Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Clear Light,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Fraelich,
Rites of Spring,
Mark Hollis,
Pussy Galore,
kango's stein massive,
Rufus Thomas,
the Slits,
Junior Murvin,
Ice-T,
Magma,
Joey Negro,
Qualms,
Gerry Rafferty,
ABC,
OOIOO,
the Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sound Behaviour,
Moss Icon,
Animal Collective,
Thompson Twins,
Graham Central Station,
Godley & Creme,
48th St. Collective,
Brick,
Flipper,
Grauzone,
Scott Walker,
Desert Stars,
Rakim,
Trumans Water,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.