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 Togo and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Audionom to the punk 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Brick,
The Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
L. Decosne,
Lightning Bolt,
Bob Dylan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camberwell Now,
A Certain Ratio,
UT,
Kenny Larkin,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gun Club,
Pylon,
Jandek,
Pantaleimon,
The Last Poets,
John Foxx,
Joensuu 1685,
Magma,
Talk Talk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gichy Dan,
Faust,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Blues Magoos,
Blancmange,
Moby Grape,
Franke,
Magazine,
Porter Ricks,
Lyres,
Lower 48,
Crime,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxette,
Jerry's Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stereo Dub,
The Human League,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker,
Minutemen,
Kaleidoscope,
LL Cool J,
Sound Behaviour,
Roxy Music,
Japan,
Derrick May,
Pierre Henry,
Black Bananas,
Fluxion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brothers Johnson,
OOIOO,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.