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 Kosovo and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Velvet Underground to the grime 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roy Ayers,
UT,
Youth Brigade,
The Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alphaville,
Guru Guru,
John Cale,
The Modern Lovers,
New Order,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sonics,
The Toasters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick Morgan,
Sarah Menescal,
Little Man,
Groovy Waters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Schoolly D,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ten City,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zero Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Pylon,
The Moody Blues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kayak,
Moby Grape,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June Days,
Ultra Naté,
KRS-One,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Lydon,
Rites of Spring,
Fela Kuti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hashim,
Terrestrial Tones,
One Last Wish,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Count Five,
Underground Resistance,
Sam Rivers,
the Sonics,
Andrew Hill,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dual Sessions,
Deepchord,
Chrome,
Warsaw,
Robert Hood,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.