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 Gabon and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Black Moon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
The American Breed,
The Gladiators,
Depeche Mode,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maurizio,
Jandek,
The Angels of Light,
Jacob Miller,
Moby Grape,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mummies,
Average White Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Move,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Vogues,
Surgeon,
The Mojo Men,
John Holt,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter & Gordon,
F. McDonald,
Pantytec,
Eric Copeland,
Alison Limerick,
The Birthday Party,
Laurel Aitken,
Jawbox,
DNA,
Man Parrish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Saints,
Kayak,
Sparks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Don Cherry,
Joy Division,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zapp,
Toni Rubio,
Boz Scaggs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül II,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cheater Slicks,
The Skatalites,
A Certain Ratio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barry Ungar,
Girls At Our Best!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerri Chandler,
Radio Birdman,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.