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 Lesotho and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jerry's Kids to the grunge 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ten City,
Main Source,
Motorama,
Albert Ayler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dead C,
Jerry's Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
Excepter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fluxion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alison Limerick,
Marine Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Infiniti,
The Skatalites,
Chris Corsano,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalann,
Banda Bassotti,
Gichy Dan,
Ossler,
The Angels of Light,
Terrestrial Tones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Sherman,
Monks,
June of 44,
The Misunderstood,
Dead Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reagan Youth,
Second Layer,
Lee Hazlewood,
UT,
Fad Gadget,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grauzone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Basic Channel,
Mad Mike,
Sister Nancy,
The Residents,
Au Pairs,
Roxette,
The New Christs,
Niagra,
The Gap Band,
The Index,
JFA,
Aswad,
the Human League,
Black Sheep,
Ituana,
Radiohead,
Bluetip,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.