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 East Timor 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Television to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Colin Newman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maurizio,
Accadde A,
The Slits,
Scrapy,
the Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lyres,
David Bowie,
Lakeside,
Q65,
PIL,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Sherman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers,
Prince Buster,
Judy Mowatt,
Eli Mardock,
Half Japanese,
Graham Central Station,
Howard Jones,
Scion,
Johnny Clarke,
Sugar Minott,
Ice-T,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wings,
The Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
Neil Young,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Techniques,
Bang On A Can,
Danielle Patucci,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Mad Mike,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash,
Clear Light,
Basic Channel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra,
Black Moon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.