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 Latvia and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Barrington Levy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Malaria!,
The Residents,
Ice-T,
Rites of Spring,
New Age Steppers,
Byron Stingily,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Starr,
Gichy Dan,
Los Fastidios,
Saccharine Trust,
Livin' Joy,
Grauzone,
Minor Threat,
Fela Kuti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zapp,
Bad Manners,
Heaven 17,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funkadelic,
Oneida,
Bang On A Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deepchord,
Q65,
Average White Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Steve Hackett,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flash Fearless,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nils Olav,
Moby Grape,
Arcadia,
The Sound,
Loose Ends,
Hot Snakes,
Fugazi,
The Skatalites,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultra Naté,
DNA,
Camouflage,
Jandek,
Section 25,
Donald Byrd,
Alphaville,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Michelle Simonal,
the Human League,
Crime,
Desert Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Davy DMX,
Delta 5,
Sight & Sound,
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.