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 Tonga and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Invisible to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Derrick May,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mummies,
Anakelly,
Jawbox,
The Tremeloes,
Erykah Badu,
Blake Baxter,
Anthony Braxton,
Smog,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Sherman,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultravox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ohio Players,
Jandek,
Maleditus Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick Morgan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Trojans,
Lalann,
Mad Mike,
Half Japanese,
Bill Near,
Pussy Galore,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Josef K,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Organ,
Niagra,
Alton Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Groovy Waters,
The Slackers,
Harmonia,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun City Girls,
Eurythmics,
E-Dancer,
John Holt,
X-102,
New Order,
Minor Threat,
Royal Trux,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.