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 Andorra 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 Gang Green to the rock 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scrapy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Patti Smith,
Agent Orange,
New York Dolls,
Arcadia,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gun Club,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Basic Channel,
Talk Talk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scan 7,
The Busters,
10cc,
Roger Hodgson,
Vainqueur,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Archie Shepp,
Livin' Joy,
Magazine,
Brass Construction,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dual Sessions,
Pierre Henry,
Mandrill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Camouflage,
Dave Gahan,
The Kinks,
June Days,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Suburban Knight,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aaron Thompson,
Suicide,
Los Fastidios,
The Cure,
Skarface,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Altered Images,
The Gap Band,
Barrington Levy,
Metal Thangz,
Scientists,
Lindisfarne,
Heaven 17,
Tommy Roe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hashim,
The Leaves,
The Vogues,
The Saints,
Von Mondo,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.