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 Ireland and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sandy B to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
The Evens,
Sparks,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Standells,
Von Mondo,
Max Romeo,
Hot Snakes,
The Beau Brummels,
Faraquet,
The Tremeloes,
Marcia Griffiths,
This Heat,
Flipper,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swans,
Ludus,
Wire,
Main Source,
Boz Scaggs,
Minny Pops,
The Associates,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blancmange,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Zero Boys,
Erasure,
La Düsseldorf,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fall,
U.S. Maple,
Nico,
Ronnie Foster,
Anthony Braxton,
The Saints,
Organ,
Suburban Knight,
The Black Dice,
Television Personalities,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pierre Henry,
Mad Mike,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Bananas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Graham Central Station,
Camouflage,
Agitation Free,
Archie Shepp,
Icehouse,
June Days,
The Mojo Men,
Albert Ayler,
Rites of Spring,
L. Decosne,
D'Angelo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.