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 Lithuania and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Neil Young to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blake Baxter,
Tom Boy,
Chrome,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Sneak,
Heaven 17,
Fad Gadget,
Scan 7,
Robert Görl,
Rapeman,
Eli Mardock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Red Krayola,
ABBA,
Joyce Sims,
Nik Kershaw,
Altered Images,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gladiators,
Con Funk Shun,
Unwound,
Aural Exciters,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Swans,
Warren Ellis,
Don Cherry,
Laurel Aitken,
Duran Duran,
Easy Going,
Deakin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Star Department,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pylon,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aswad,
The Durutti Column,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roger Hodgson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Franke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalann,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MC5,
The Beau Brummels,
Lightning Bolt,
Rekid,
Alphaville,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Cell,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.