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 Norway and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jandek to the funk 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Neu!,
The Blues Magoos,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nils Olav,
Warren Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
The Modern Lovers,
Joy Division,
Agent Orange,
The Buckinghams,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
L. Decosne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Icehouse,
Kerri Chandler,
Los Fastidios,
Ossler,
The Red Krayola,
The Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fluxion,
The Fall,
The Stooges,
The United States of America,
Technova,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crooked Eye,
Mr. Review,
OOIOO,
Isaac Hayes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Foxx,
Section 25,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Simply Red,
The Evens,
Easy Going,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
New Order,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Interpol,
CMW,
Fad Gadget,
Marine Girls,
The Fugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharoah Sanders,
Steve Hackett,
Procol Harum,
Fat Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Cheater Slicks,
the Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.