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 Iraq and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Lalo Schifrin to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grauzone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sandy B,
Marvin Gaye,
Juan Atkins,
X-Ray Spex,
Kayak,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fall,
The Modern Lovers,
Glenn Branca,
Bob Dylan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Spoonie Gee,
Marmalade,
Severed Heads,
Jacob Miller,
Bauhaus,
The Techniques,
Saccharine Trust,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonic Youth,
Intrusion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Loose Ends,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Standells,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Toasters,
World's Most,
the Germs,
Neu!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roger Hodgson,
Reuben Wilson,
Harmonia,
Roxette,
The Cure,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Görl,
The Wake,
Crispy Ambulance,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Birthday Party,
Moebius,
Crispian St. Peters,
Judy Mowatt,
Blossom Toes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Godley & Creme,
Icehouse,
The Cramps,
Stereo Dub,
Arab on Radar,
Wasted Youth,
Chrome,
Frankie Knuckles,
Qualms,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.