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 Latvia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Schoolly D to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mr. Review,
Bill Near,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül II,
Danielle Patucci,
The Selecter,
Marvin Gaye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
New Order,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fall,
The Smoke,
Sister Nancy,
Basic Channel,
the Association,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Icehouse,
The Walker Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Hardrive,
Pantaleimon,
K-Klass,
One Last Wish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Das Ding,
Babytalk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonic Youth,
Darondo,
The Buckinghams,
Gichy Dan,
Skaos,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Albert Ayler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dead C,
A Certain Ratio,
The Stooges,
Robert Wyatt,
Trumans Water,
Joyce Sims,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Suicide,
Black Flag,
Q and Not U,
Goldenarms,
The Evens,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Red Krayola,
The Doobie Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ice-T,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.