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 Monaco and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Patti Smith to the punk 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster 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?
Pussy Galore,
Nirvana,
X-101,
L. Decosne,
Moebius,
Terrestrial Tones,
MC5,
Monolake,
T. Rex,
Don Cherry,
AZ,
Black Bananas,
Qualms,
Danielle Patucci,
Deadbeat,
Scrapy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mojo Men,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick May,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erasure,
The Human League,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tim Buckley,
U.S. Maple,
Visage,
The Pop Group,
Technova,
The Remains,
The Young Rascals,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Lyres,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Little Man,
Sonic Youth,
Goldenarms,
The Dirtbombs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pylon,
Vladislav Delay,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magazine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rod Modell,
Michelle Simonal,
Newcleus,
Soulsonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yusef Lateef,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anthony Braxton,
Icehouse,
The Fall,
Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
Terry Callier,
Outsiders,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.