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 Barbados 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Angry Samoans 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Siglo XX,
Pagans,
Ken Boothe,
The J.B.'s,
F. McDonald,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry's Kids,
Blancmange,
DNA,
Intrusion,
Crash Course in Science,
The Modern Lovers,
Ponytail,
Eurythmics,
Ten City,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blossom Toes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Loose Ends,
The Dead C,
Lebanon Hanover,
Howard Jones,
Reagan Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lindisfarne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
UT,
The Evens,
Animal Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
Groovy Waters,
Pole,
Johnny Osbourne,
Panda Bear,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Pop Group,
Sarah Menescal,
Dennis Brown,
Peter and Kerry,
Archie Shepp,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare,
Scan 7,
Pulsallama,
The Sonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Trojans,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Christie,
Underground Resistance,
Black Flag,
Young Marble Giants,
Bluetip,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero 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.