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 Burkina and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sonics to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Intrusion,
The Velvet Underground,
The Doobie Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Marmalade,
The Dirtbombs,
The Kinks,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minny Pops,
The Gun Club,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mr. Review,
Deadbeat,
Drexciya,
Slave,
Fear,
Y Pants,
Spoonie Gee,
Joe Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Flag,
Bluetip,
Mars,
Dawn Penn,
Faust,
Gabor Szabo,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed,
The Angels of Light,
Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Invisible,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Names,
Gil Scott Heron,
Simply Red,
Nico,
Bill Wells,
Little Man,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blackbyrds,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Association,
Avey Tare,
MDC,
Sonic Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kayak,
Mandrill,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gong,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Seeds,
One Last Wish,
Excepter,
Metal Thangz,
Boredoms,
The Pop Group,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.