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 Vietnam and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
R.M.O.,
Lalann,
Joyce Sims,
Amazonics,
The Cure,
Echospace,
Guru Guru,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Saints,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Khruangbin,
The Cramps,
Circle Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cheater Slicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Pus,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cowsills,
The Associates,
Soul II Soul,
Darondo,
Subhumans,
Banda Bassotti,
Make Up,
Jawbox,
Eurythmics,
Dead Boys,
Bluetip,
the Slits,
Rotary Connection,
Neu!,
Clear Light,
Patti Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Adolescents,
ABBA,
Siglo XX,
X-102,
The Birthday Party,
Scion,
DNA,
Morten Harket,
X-101,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Coltrane,
Camouflage,
Man Parrish,
Pole,
The Happenings,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gun Club,
The Gories,
Bobby Sherman,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.