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 Norway and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Kinks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tom Boy,
The Busters,
John Foxx,
The Trojans,
Dead Boys,
Gong,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kaleidoscope,
The Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
JFA,
The Mojo Men,
Lindisfarne,
The Toasters,
The Fugs,
Slick Rick,
Subhumans,
Albert Ayler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Whodini,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cybotron,
Sight & Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Görl,
Charles Mingus,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Desert Stars,
The New Christs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eddi Front,
Prince Buster,
The Modern Lovers,
Scrapy,
Motorama,
Janne Schatter,
Tim Buckley,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fear,
The Smoke,
Pantaleimon,
Cluster,
The Move,
Porter Ricks,
Suicide,
The Gun Club,
The Leaves,
The Cure,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.