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 Luxembourg and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Boredoms,
Donald Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Interpol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Simply Red,
Joyce Sims,
Lalann,
Freddie Wadling,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yellowson,
MC5,
The Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Hood,
Livin' Joy,
The Motions,
Liliput,
Alphaville,
Al Stewart,
The Dead C,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Almond,
Panda Bear,
The Five Americans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hot Snakes,
The Blues Magoos,
Kenny Larkin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Godley & Creme,
48th St. Collective,
Sam Rivers,
These Immortal Souls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jandek,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
H. Thieme,
The Mummies,
The Misunderstood,
Idris Muhammad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skriet,
Rufus Thomas,
Negative Approach,
Loose Ends,
Dark Day,
Joensuu 1685,
Arthur Verocai,
LL Cool J,
CMW,
The Cowsills,
The Knickerbockers,
Mr. Review,
Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.