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 Uzbekistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Smiths to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Tremeloes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Rundgren,
kango's stein massive,
Zero Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Black Sheep,
Bang On A Can,
Reagan Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MC5,
Delta 5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Carl Craig,
Cymande,
Archie Shepp,
EPMD,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Whodini,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Hood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brass Construction,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mantronix,
Rapeman,
Anthony Braxton,
The Techniques,
the Soft Cell,
Maurizio,
Can,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MDC,
Junior Murvin,
Masters at Work,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Slackers,
David McCallum,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxy Music,
Radiohead,
Ohio Players,
Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
Godley & Creme,
Popol Vuh,
Porter Ricks,
48th St. Collective,
The Gladiators,
Byron Stingily,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül II,
Cluster,
The Neon Judgement,
John Foxx,
The Happenings,
the Germs,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.