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 El Salvador and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Godley & Creme 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wings,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantaleimon,
Japan,
The Dead C,
Gastr Del Sol,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Bananas,
Outsiders,
The Seeds,
Sixth Finger,
The Stooges,
Agitation Free,
Scientists,
Faust,
PIL,
Visage,
CMW,
Intrusion,
Robert Hood,
Tears for Fears,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Malaria!,
The Durutti Column,
Electric Prunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
These Immortal Souls,
The Red Krayola,
DNA,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy Collins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Toni Rubio,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flipper,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Selecter,
Minor Threat,
Lakeside,
Peter & Gordon,
Monolake,
the Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Toasters,
kango's stein massive,
The Blues Magoos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deakin,
Fugazi,
Audionom,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Move,
Young Marble Giants,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.