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 Niger and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Pere Ubu to the rock 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Robert Görl,
T. Rex,
Cluster,
Ronan,
La Düsseldorf,
Intrusion,
Neil Young,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Clarke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wasted Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Near,
Aswad,
the Human League,
Radiohead,
Mission of Burma,
Boredoms,
Minny Pops,
Jawbox,
Dorothy Ashby,
Max Romeo,
Sound Behaviour,
China Crisis,
Yellowson,
Anakelly,
David Axelrod,
Funkadelic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blossom Toes,
The United States of America,
Swell Maps,
The American Breed,
Ornette Coleman,
New Order,
Avey Tare,
The Angels of Light,
The Cramps,
The Stooges,
Lalann,
Von Mondo,
Yaz,
Moby Grape,
Hashim,
the Bar-Kays,
The Raincoats,
New York Dolls,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gladiators,
Organ,
Bobby Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mandrill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maurizio,
Goldenarms,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.