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 Belize and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Dead Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Procol Harum,
Pantaleimon,
Niagra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Martian,
Swell Maps,
Sonic Youth,
Gong,
The Saints,
Blancmange,
Aural Exciters,
Moebius,
Tomorrow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Smooth,
X-101,
Mandrill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Pus,
Byron Stingily,
June of 44,
Wolf Eyes,
Roxy Music,
John Coltrane,
Delon & Dalcan,
FM Einheit,
Barbara Tucker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
UT,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kayak,
The Sonics,
Nas,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Henry Cow,
The Golliwogs,
Tears for Fears,
L. Decosne,
Rod Modell,
The Slits,
John Foxx,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Goldenarms,
Delta 5,
Scion,
Unrelated Segments,
Wally Richardson,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gories,
Unwound,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.