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 Cameroon and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Section 25,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Q65,
The Knickerbockers,
the Germs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hoover,
The Standells,
Glenn Branca,
Shoche,
Mr. Review,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gichy Dan,
The Young Rascals,
Motorama,
Dual Sessions,
Minor Threat,
Kenny Larkin,
Spandau Ballet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang of Four,
Suburban Knight,
Throbbing Gristle,
The United States of America,
Von Mondo,
Khruangbin,
The Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Matthew Bourne,
Infiniti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pulsallama,
Skaos,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bad Manners,
Kas Product,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camouflage,
Young Marble Giants,
Negative Approach,
The Fire Engines,
Alice Coltrane,
Deadbeat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Sonics,
The Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Faraquet,
Television Personalities,
B.T. Express,
ABC,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.