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 China and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 The Toasters 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Hot Snakes,
The Busters,
The Smiths,
Chris & Cosey,
Oblivians,
Smog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Von Mondo,
Barrington Levy,
Malaria!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Cell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
June Days,
Barry Ungar,
Desert Stars,
DNA,
Bauhaus,
The Beau Brummels,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
One Last Wish,
The American Breed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Smooth,
Depeche Mode,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yazoo,
The Walker Brothers,
Make Up,
Organ,
K-Klass,
Black Flag,
The Remains,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Piero Umiliani,
Crime,
Barbara Tucker,
Boz Scaggs,
The Stooges,
Andrew Hill,
Fela Kuti,
Technova,
H. Thieme,
The Associates,
Joey Negro,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Invisible,
Nas,
Eric Copeland,
Hardrive,
The Tremeloes,
Roger Hodgson,
Siglo XX,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quadrant,
Cybotron,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.