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 Laos and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus 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?
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dead C,
One Last Wish,
Oblivians,
Supertramp,
Jacob Miller,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marvin Gaye,
Letta Mbulu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The American Breed,
Derrick Morgan,
Khruangbin,
Vainqueur,
Hashim,
The Smoke,
Roxette,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Techniques,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Bar-Kays,
Essential Logic,
Monks,
Roy Ayers,
China Crisis,
Bill Wells,
The Smiths,
the Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Görl,
Reuben Wilson,
Mandrill,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Parrish,
Jandek,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joy Division,
Flipper,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Associates,
Theoretical Girls,
Ludus,
Laurel Aitken,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yellowson,
Colin Newman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grey Daturas,
Tomorrow,
Radiohead,
Deakin,
Stiv Bators,
Mission of Burma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.