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 Norway and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Arab on Radar,
a-ha,
Fatback Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Altered Images,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mad Mike,
Heaven 17,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Modern Lovers,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Maurizio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Vogues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Porter Ricks,
Half Japanese,
Dave Gahan,
The Black Dice,
Throbbing Gristle,
Adolescents,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stiv Bators,
Second Layer,
Grauzone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Goldenarms,
Lou Christie,
Arcadia,
Accadde A,
Livin' Joy,
Brick,
The Fugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fugazi,
The Blues Magoos,
Tubeway Army,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Cale,
Black Sheep,
Motorama,
Aural Exciters,
Idris Muhammad,
Boogie Down Productions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Y Pants,
Patti Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alice Coltrane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric Dolphy,
Agent Orange,
Fat Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
World's Most,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.