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 Brazil and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Pussy Galore to the rap 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Masters at Work,
Das Ding,
Bush Tetras,
the Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jacob Miller,
Fat Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
ABBA,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rites of Spring,
New Order,
Von Mondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moody Blues,
Davy DMX,
Leonard Cohen,
The Selecter,
Brand Nubian,
The Saints,
U.S. Maple,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flipper,
Robert Wyatt,
The New Christs,
Pere Ubu,
Michelle Simonal,
Howard Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Normal,
Mark Hollis,
Arcadia,
Andrew Hill,
The Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swell Maps,
Lower 48,
Oneida,
Fugazi,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dawn Penn,
FM Einheit,
DNA,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Letta Mbulu,
Stereo Dub,
These Immortal Souls,
Dual Sessions,
Funky Four + One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kaleidoscope,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Wells,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.