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 Peru and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Deadbeat to the rock 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cameo,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Martian,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Kayak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter and Kerry,
June Days,
Danielle Patucci,
Funkadelic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gong,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Rites of Spring,
Swans,
Pulsallama,
Arab on Radar,
Ornette Coleman,
In Retrospect,
Wings,
Maurizio,
Kas Product,
The Seeds,
Lalann,
Intrusion,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Smooth,
Boredoms,
The Beau Brummels,
Thompson Twins,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
F. McDonald,
Lower 48,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blossom Toes,
Babytalk,
Man Parrish,
Sparks,
Ken Boothe,
Los Fastidios,
Jacob Miller,
Hasil Adkins,
Bush Tetras,
the Association,
Howard Jones,
Don Cherry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxy Music,
Yellowson,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.