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 Thailand and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Pagans to the rock 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Sugar Minott,
Faust,
The Knickerbockers,
Stereo Dub,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fugs,
Dave Gahan,
X-Ray Spex,
John Cale,
Patti Smith,
Minor Threat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Spoonie Gee,
The Tremeloes,
the Sonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Theoretical Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Quadrant,
Dead Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Lalann,
Buzzcocks,
Ten City,
the Swans,
The Slits,
Erasure,
Radiohead,
Susan Cadogan,
The Blues Magoos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Associates,
Swans,
The Moody Blues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eddi Front,
Sister Nancy,
The Selecter,
Reuben Wilson,
Groovy Waters,
Hot Snakes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David McCallum,
Tim Buckley,
Symarip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nirvana,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker,
Fela Kuti,
Q65,
ABBA,
Michelle Simonal,
Jandek,
Jacob Miller,
Erykah Badu,
Cluster,
Charles Mingus,
Carl Craig,
Godley & Creme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boz Scaggs,
B.T. Express,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.