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 Fiji and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 The Toasters to the grunge 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Black Dice,
Peter and Kerry,
Toni Rubio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Au Pairs,
The Offenders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Yaz,
The Raincoats,
The Moleskins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
CMW,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glenn Branca,
Jandek,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sound,
the Normal,
Marmalade,
Second Layer,
Saccharine Trust,
Blake Baxter,
Barbara Tucker,
Archie Shepp,
The Monochrome Set,
Yellowson,
Amon Düül II,
Patti Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Curtis Mayfield,
Michelle Simonal,
James White and The Blacks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Schoolly D,
Harry Pussy,
Country Teasers,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Niagra,
Mandrill,
Ludus,
10cc,
The Trojans,
Cybotron,
Pierre Henry,
Zero Boys,
Bluetip,
Roxette,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Buckinghams,
Sister Nancy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pet Shop Boys,
Parry Music,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radio Birdman,
Chris Corsano,
Warren Ellis,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.