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 Malaysia and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 L. Decosne to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
The Slits,
Minny Pops,
Terry Callier,
Fela Kuti,
The Modern Lovers,
Trumans Water,
New Order,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joensuu 1685,
The Invisible,
Tom Boy,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Sneak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Little Man,
Magma,
James White and The Blacks,
Deakin,
Alison Limerick,
Tubeway Army,
Maleditus Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Boredoms,
Motorama,
The Victims,
The Music Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Michelle Simonal,
John Foxx,
Shuggie Otis,
Jandek,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brass Construction,
Soft Cell,
Jawbox,
Ornette Coleman,
Von Mondo,
Sonic Youth,
Audionom,
Gerry Rafferty,
Angry Samoans,
Radio Birdman,
The Count Five,
Fluxion,
Bill Near,
Bauhaus,
Zapp,
Can,
Tears for Fears,
Excepter,
the Association,
Bad Manners,
Rotary Connection,
The Blues Magoos,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.