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 Nicaragua and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Scratch Acid to the rock 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
The Blackbyrds,
kango's stein massive,
Glenn Branca,
L. Decosne,
Harry Pussy,
The Dirtbombs,
Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
Susan Cadogan,
Zapp,
The Human League,
Mandrill,
K-Klass,
Bluetip,
Ten City,
Al Stewart,
Jawbox,
Average White Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arab on Radar,
Von Mondo,
Dark Day,
Lyres,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Morten Harket,
Bootsy Collins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantaleimon,
The Stooges,
John Foxx,
R.M.O.,
Fad Gadget,
Jeru the Damaja,
Second Layer,
Blancmange,
Camberwell Now,
Eli Mardock,
Young Marble Giants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Charles Mingus,
Blossom Toes,
Parry Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Technova,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Rundgren,
Accadde A,
Drexciya,
Erasure,
Amon Düül II,
Cymande,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flash Fearless,
Moss Icon,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.