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 Zambia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Eurythmics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deepchord,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blossom Toes,
Soulsonic Force,
Amazonics,
Cybotron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warsaw,
Tears for Fears,
The Alarm Clocks,
DJ Sneak,
Easy Going,
Scion,
Motorama,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Blues Magoos,
Scan 7,
Cymande,
Lou Reed,
John Holt,
Harry Pussy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fat Boys,
Joey Negro,
The Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
Whodini,
Letta Mbulu,
Steve Hackett,
Bauhaus,
Morten Harket,
DNA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Christie,
MC5,
Scrapy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sugar Minott,
John Cale,
Pussy Galore,
Agitation Free,
The Gladiators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cowsills,
The Trojans,
K-Klass,
Bang On A Can,
R.M.O.,
The Offenders,
The Raincoats,
Derrick Morgan,
ABC,
The Velvet Underground,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Sheep,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.