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 Luxembourg and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the dance 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grauzone,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Busters,
Jeff Lynne,
The Pop Group,
Patti Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sonics,
Davy DMX,
Negative Approach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Knickerbockers,
Panda Bear,
U.S. Maple,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Au Pairs,
June of 44,
Basic Channel,
Grey Daturas,
Mandrill,
Masters at Work,
Spoonie Gee,
Organ,
Barbara Tucker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Aswad,
Jawbox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Mills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacques Brel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wally Richardson,
Interpol,
Nirvana,
Easy Going,
John Lydon,
Sister Nancy,
Mantronix,
Ituana,
the Association,
D'Angelo,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
K-Klass,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
F. McDonald,
Todd Terry,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantytec,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
Pagans,
Dave Gahan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.