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 Palau and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Golliwogs to the funk 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Glenn Branca,
Lakeside,
Junior Murvin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wasted Youth,
John Lydon,
Procol Harum,
Mark Hollis,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Model 500,
Man Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed,
Simply Red,
Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fall,
Arthur Verocai,
Dennis Brown,
EPMD,
Moby Grape,
Vladislav Delay,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Searchers,
Jacques Brel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Real Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fugazi,
Kenny Larkin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Albert Ayler,
The Smoke,
Grey Daturas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moody Blues,
Suburban Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
Eddi Front,
Rapeman,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerri Chandler,
Cymande,
Basic Channel,
The Mummies,
Whodini,
Skarface,
Pantaleimon,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
Thompson Twins,
Heaven 17,
Crime,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.