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 Argentina and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Eddi Front to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
The Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Au Pairs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxy Music,
Erasure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Trumans Water,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neu!,
Monolake,
Bluetip,
Pere Ubu,
Lungfish,
H. Thieme,
The Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Flag,
Yusef Lateef,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lucky Dragons,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Techniques,
Connie Case,
Underground Resistance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moody Blues,
L. Decosne,
Crime,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül II,
Yaz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anakelly,
Tom Boy,
Boredoms,
The Happenings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Section 25,
Rhythm & Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Moebius,
Mandrill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Modern Lovers,
Smog,
The Five Americans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Junior Murvin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.