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 Luxembourg and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dead Boys to the crunk 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '60s 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 Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Alton Ellis,
Black Sheep,
The Pretty Things,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Selecter,
Lebanon Hanover,
One Last Wish,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tim Buckley,
Wally Richardson,
Donald Byrd,
The Offenders,
Jacob Miller,
The Happenings,
Gabor Szabo,
Glenn Branca,
The Cowsills,
The Shadows of Knight,
Section 25,
Rotary Connection,
The Velvet Underground,
The Wake,
The Names,
The Techniques,
Cymande,
Toni Rubio,
The Skatalites,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Bourne,
These Immortal Souls,
F. McDonald,
The Pop Group,
Alice Coltrane,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cure,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-Ray Spex,
Blancmange,
Outsiders,
Fugazi,
Khruangbin,
Drexciya,
The Leaves,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Last Poets,
John Coltrane,
Scion,
Eurythmics,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dead C,
The Sonics,
Essential Logic,
Eric Copeland,
The Gladiators,
Mo-Dettes,
The Divine Comedy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.