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 San Marino and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Kenny Larkin to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boredoms,
X-Ray Spex,
Joe Finger,
The Stooges,
Deakin,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fuzztones,
Grey Daturas,
MDC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crooked Eye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
Unrelated Segments,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vladislav Delay,
Brick,
The Count Five,
Ultra Naté,
Yellowson,
Sällskapet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Niagra,
Procol Harum,
Susan Cadogan,
Rod Modell,
Aswad,
R.M.O.,
the Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tubeway Army,
These Immortal Souls,
Bob Dylan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Young Marble Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
David Axelrod,
Monks,
Andrew Hill,
Fat Boys,
Monolake,
Livin' Joy,
Anakelly,
Gichy Dan,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fugs,
Erasure,
Metal Thangz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Urselle,
Ponytail,
The Monochrome Set,
the Normal,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.