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 Australia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
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 sitar 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 Urselle to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
The Barracudas,
Vainqueur,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Brass Construction,
John Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pop Group,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Surgeon,
Anakelly,
Visage,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Halsall,
Tres Demented,
Gichy Dan,
Ultra Naté,
Gong,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Bananas,
Sarah Menescal,
Al Stewart,
Kaleidoscope,
T.S.O.L.,
Michelle Simonal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Joy Division,
F. McDonald,
The Techniques,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ossler,
48th St. Collective,
Davy DMX,
Ten City,
The Beau Brummels,
Country Teasers,
Easy Going,
Soft Machine,
Suicide,
Roxette,
Brothers Johnson,
In Retrospect,
Y Pants,
Byron Stingily,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eddi Front,
Derrick Morgan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Five Americans,
Magazine,
Fear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heaven 17,
A Certain Ratio,
Kurtis Blow,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.