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 Malaysia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the punk 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Can,
Technova,
Malaria!,
Severed Heads,
Jimmy McGriff,
World's Most,
Qualms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magazine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fear,
Nation of Ulysses,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiohead,
Motorama,
The United States of America,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mission of Burma,
Panda Bear,
Fugazi,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Ronnie Foster,
The Music Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nirvana,
Fela Kuti,
Saccharine Trust,
James White and The Blacks,
Buzzcocks,
The Pop Group,
The Neon Judgement,
Mad Mike,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fortunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quantec,
Gang Starr,
The Beau Brummels,
Skarface,
Rotary Connection,
The Dead C,
The Fall,
Toni Rubio,
Chris Corsano,
Y Pants,
Magma,
The Walker Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
DJ Sneak,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.