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 Poland and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Circle Jerks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Ken Boothe,
The American Breed,
Bush Tetras,
Vladislav Delay,
Los Fastidios,
Radiopuhelimet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Massinfluence,
Donny Hathaway,
The Star Department,
David Bowie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flash Fearless,
Zero Boys,
Howard Jones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ralphi Rosario,
Average White Band,
Brand Nubian,
The Remains,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cure,
New Age Steppers,
Underground Resistance,
Scion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Index,
Al Stewart,
The Kinks,
The Sonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Young Rascals,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sparks,
Joe Finger,
June Days,
Todd Terry,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
Barry Ungar,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantytec,
Con Funk Shun,
The Five Americans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Slave,
Deakin,
Buzzcocks,
Ornette Coleman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deadbeat,
the Normal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Victims,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.