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 Mexico and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Reagan Youth to the electroclash 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Pagans,
Magazine,
Qualms,
Black Bananas,
The Evens,
Joy Division,
Guru Guru,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rufus Thomas,
Boz Scaggs,
Reagan Youth,
The Five Americans,
Lou Christie,
Gichy Dan,
The Toasters,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Sherman,
Susan Cadogan,
Nirvana,
The Star Department,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxy Music,
Tres Demented,
Patti Smith,
Hardrive,
The Gun Club,
Zero Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
James White and The Blacks,
Babytalk,
T.S.O.L.,
Wasted Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang of Four,
The Techniques,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mummies,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
AZ,
Joyce Sims,
Howard Jones,
Pere Ubu,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Teasers,
Suicide,
Lou Reed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marine Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick May,
Animal Collective,
Basic Channel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.