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 Czech Republic and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Jimmy McGriff to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
The Gories,
Tommy Roe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deadbeat,
The Gap Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Graham Central Station,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warsaw,
10cc,
The Angels of Light,
Black Pus,
Gichy Dan,
The Moody Blues,
Camouflage,
The Blues Magoos,
Lindisfarne,
Roxette,
Nirvana,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bush Tetras,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minor Threat,
Whodini,
Prince Buster,
Stereo Dub,
Little Man,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Busters,
Visage,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Talk Talk,
Livin' Joy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DNA,
Jeff Lynne,
Japan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Nico,
Kayak,
Black Flag,
Intrusion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harmonia,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun City Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.