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 Moldova and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Agitation Free to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Au Pairs,
Mad Mike,
kango's stein massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roxette,
Mantronix,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soul Sonic Force,
David McCallum,
The Skatalites,
Anakelly,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Invisible,
Rites of Spring,
Unwound,
The Stooges,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stetsasonic,
The Fugs,
Dawn Penn,
Deakin,
Tom Boy,
Graham Central Station,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dirtbombs,
Q65,
The Misunderstood,
World's Most,
Ludus,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Sherman,
Main Source,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faraquet,
Blake Baxter,
Joyce Sims,
L. Decosne,
cv313,
Arab on Radar,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tim Buckley,
Wings,
Lalann,
Schoolly D,
Max Romeo,
Excepter,
Parry Music,
The Index,
Archie Shepp,
The Blackbyrds,
A Certain Ratio,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Star Department,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.