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 Finland and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Wolf Eyes,
Agitation Free,
Crime,
The Divine Comedy,
Flash Fearless,
Country Teasers,
Althea and Donna,
Barrington Levy,
Theoretical Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Index,
The Blues Magoos,
Moss Icon,
Jacob Miller,
Scratch Acid,
Anakelly,
Gang Starr,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Duran Duran,
Delta 5,
Laurel Aitken,
Parry Music,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lungfish,
Judy Mowatt,
Susan Cadogan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Easy Going,
Interpol,
Scion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wasted Youth,
The Offenders,
New Order,
Morten Harket,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fire Engines,
The Wake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Das Ding,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultravox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
Man Eating Sloth,
Trumans Water,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Shuggie Otis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cure,
DNA,
the Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gichy Dan,
The Cowsills,
KRS-One,
Tomorrow,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.