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 Iraq and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Young Marble Giants to the disco 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Reuben Wilson,
The Divine Comedy,
Ohio Players,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Sneak,
Bush Tetras,
New Age Steppers,
The Pop Group,
Smog,
The Last Poets,
Minnie Riperton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eurythmics,
Jacques Brel,
Q65,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Iggy Pop,
Bauhaus,
The Blackbyrds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
One Last Wish,
The New Christs,
the Sonics,
The Fugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gladiators,
Cheater Slicks,
Cymande,
Cluster,
Todd Terry,
Sandy B,
X-102,
Donny Hathaway,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young,
These Immortal Souls,
Barrington Levy,
The Names,
Intrusion,
Gong,
The Litter,
Lou Reed,
Yellowson,
Wally Richardson,
Kayak,
The American Breed,
Davy DMX,
Infiniti,
Boredoms,
Jacob Miller,
Lower 48,
Sällskapet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dennis Brown,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Unwound,
Bronski Beat,
The United States of America,
Hardrive,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.