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 Samoa and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scratch Acid to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Kerri Chandler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Babytalk,
John Holt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chrome,
Urselle,
Fad Gadget,
Cheater Slicks,
Alphaville,
Brothers Johnson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
Ultravox,
Tim Buckley,
One Last Wish,
Chris Corsano,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Model 500,
Black Bananas,
Crooked Eye,
A Certain Ratio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sparks,
Patti Smith,
CMW,
Wire,
Angry Samoans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crime,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ronnie Foster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mantronix,
World's Most,
David Axelrod,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ice-T,
The Divine Comedy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arcadia,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Angels of Light,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brass Construction,
Porter Ricks,
Youth Brigade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glenn Branca,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
La Düsseldorf,
Lakeside,
Animal Collective,
Los Fastidios,
Arthur Verocai,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hardrive,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.