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 Turkey and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 A Certain Ratio to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hoover,
The American Breed,
Pierre Henry,
Parry Music,
B.T. Express,
Scratch Acid,
Black Flag,
John Holt,
James White and The Blacks,
China Crisis,
Freddie Wadling,
Ponytail,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gabor Szabo,
Fatback Band,
John Lydon,
Swell Maps,
The Index,
Aloha Tigers,
Quando Quango,
Sex Pistols,
The Slackers,
Hashim,
Warren Ellis,
Animal Collective,
Lightning Bolt,
CMW,
The Moleskins,
Rod Modell,
Althea and Donna,
Tubeway Army,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lyres,
Junior Murvin,
Second Layer,
Maleditus Sound,
June of 44,
Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mummies,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Count Five,
Sandy B,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Clear Light,
Sällskapet,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Cell,
Dennis Brown,
The Happenings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pylon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Panda Bear,
The Remains,
Bauhaus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.