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 Malaysia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Lungfish to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Wally Richardson,
The Raincoats,
Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Max Romeo,
Camberwell Now,
Japan,
Letta Mbulu,
DNA,
Howard Jones,
Barry Ungar,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Iggy Pop,
Country Teasers,
K-Klass,
Roxette,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Intrusion,
Cymande,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thee Headcoats,
The Modern Lovers,
Alice Coltrane,
Chrome,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Qualms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roxy Music,
Pylon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Busters,
Saccharine Trust,
Boredoms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lee Hazlewood,
U.S. Maple,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Maurizio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ludus,
Piero Umiliani,
The Tremeloes,
Funkadelic,
Althea and Donna,
Bad Manners,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Babytalk,
The Gap Band,
FM Einheit,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül II,
Slave,
New York Dolls,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.