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 South Sudan and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 The Young Rascals to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Smog,
The Move,
The Motions,
Lyres,
Arcadia,
A Certain Ratio,
Drexciya,
K-Klass,
The Monks,
The Remains,
Q65,
Lalann,
Sight & Sound,
Oneida,
The Beau Brummels,
A Flock of Seagulls,
T.S.O.L.,
The Litter,
Sugar Minott,
Chris & Cosey,
UT,
Television,
The Five Americans,
Rod Modell,
Animal Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
CMW,
The Leaves,
Franke,
Hot Snakes,
Cymande,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moleskins,
Lou Christie,
the Swans,
Public Enemy,
The Golliwogs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sound Behaviour,
Aaron Thompson,
Rufus Thomas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moby Grape,
Groovy Waters,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers,
Pagans,
Piero Umiliani,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonic Youth,
Lindisfarne,
The Fugs,
Lightning Bolt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cameo,
Boredoms,
Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
Aswad,
Depeche Mode,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.