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 Eritrea and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Modern Lovers to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Graham Central Station,
Schoolly D,
The Pretty Things,
The Last Poets,
Deakin,
The Offenders,
Janne Schatter,
Black Sheep,
Ken Boothe,
Spoonie Gee,
Malaria!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sparks,
Guru Guru,
the Bar-Kays,
Anakelly,
The Buckinghams,
10cc,
Drexciya,
The Toasters,
The Stooges,
Derrick Morgan,
A Certain Ratio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ludus,
Isaac Hayes,
Radiohead,
Altered Images,
Panda Bear,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Near,
H. Thieme,
Terry Callier,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pole,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lucky Dragons,
Surgeon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Severed Heads,
Nas,
Junior Murvin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sam Rivers,
AZ,
Warsaw,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moody Blues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doors,
The Wake,
Sugar Minott,
Au Pairs,
Reagan Youth,
Public Enemy,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.