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 Macedonia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New York Dolls to the disco 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kaleidoscope,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mark Hollis,
Max Romeo,
Nico,
Qualms,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marmalade,
Sonic Youth,
Inner City,
Flash Fearless,
Symarip,
Robert Görl,
The Count Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Agitation Free,
David McCallum,
Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
Hasil Adkins,
The Vogues,
Magazine,
Dave Gahan,
D'Angelo,
The Moleskins,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare,
Pussy Galore,
The Mojo Men,
The Gories,
Clear Light,
New Order,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Patti Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erasure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camberwell Now,
Country Teasers,
Brothers Johnson,
Fugazi,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stiv Bators,
UT,
Albert Ayler,
DJ Sneak,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Selecter,
Unwound,
Cameo,
Piero Umiliani,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Interpol,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sonics,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.