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 Cuba and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Portland and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Bill Wells 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Television,
Franke,
Minutemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Durutti Column,
Sällskapet,
Quando Quango,
Crime,
Erykah Badu,
MC5,
The Zeros,
The Misunderstood,
The Fall,
Gang of Four,
Simply Red,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gories,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slits,
Suicide,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chris Corsano,
UT,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mummies,
The Fuzztones,
The Fortunes,
Faraquet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Grey Daturas,
Albert Ayler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alphaville,
Byron Stingily,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Monochrome Set,
Japan,
Tommy Roe,
Rufus Thomas,
Intrusion,
Sister Nancy,
Sarah Menescal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Swans,
Magma,
Spandau Ballet,
Symarip,
Jawbox,
New York Dolls,
The Count Five,
Scrapy,
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stereo Dub,
48th St. Collective,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Fraelich,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.