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 Costa Rica and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Piero Umiliani to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-101,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ponytail,
Thee Headcoats,
Slick Rick,
Maleditus Sound,
The Invisible,
The Raincoats,
The Golliwogs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Depeche Mode,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Trumans Water,
Saccharine Trust,
Minutemen,
Malaria!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Adolescents,
Joe Finger,
Hot Snakes,
The Dead C,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fear,
Frankie Knuckles,
Panda Bear,
Zero Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yazoo,
Davy DMX,
Pylon,
Nico,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker,
Second Layer,
Derrick Morgan,
Jawbox,
Marmalade,
Robert Wyatt,
Colin Newman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bronski Beat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Newcleus,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erasure,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sonics,
Quando Quango,
the Normal,
New Order,
Oblivians,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.