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 Kenya and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Ituana to the rock 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Eden Ahbez,
Rufus Thomas,
Fear,
Fad Gadget,
Pere Ubu,
The Gories,
Erasure,
The Detroit Cobras,
Iggy Pop,
Babytalk,
Liliput,
Lee Hazlewood,
Altered Images,
Johnny Osbourne,
Little Man,
Prince Buster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Main Source,
The Leaves,
Shoche,
The Last Poets,
T.S.O.L.,
The Victims,
Pagans,
The Angels of Light,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fugs,
Public Enemy,
cv313,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David McCallum,
The Pretty Things,
Wally Richardson,
Patti Smith,
Tom Boy,
Vladislav Delay,
Severed Heads,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bob Dylan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Lynne,
The Durutti Column,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Young Rascals,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ten City,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Neu!,
Flipper,
Gang of Four,
Von Mondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Dolphy,
Agent Orange,
Fela Kuti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blossom Toes,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.