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 Germany and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 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 Gun Club to the jazz 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June Days,
Jacob Miller,
Leonard Cohen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Faust,
Reuben Wilson,
Pole,
The Smiths,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Swell Maps,
The Walker Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Metal Thangz,
Howard Jones,
Ronan,
The Blues Magoos,
Boogie Down Productions,
Duran Duran,
Lakeside,
Royal Trux,
The Star Department,
This Heat,
Talk Talk,
Smog,
The Real Kids,
The Cramps,
The Offenders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skriet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Franke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
Los Fastidios,
Y Pants,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mary Jane Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Cecil Taylor,
Public Enemy,
Scratch Acid,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Searchers,
Cheater Slicks,
Youth Brigade,
Lower 48,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Connie Case,
Peter and Kerry,
The Moleskins,
The Dirtbombs,
Fat Boys,
Eurythmics,
Stiv Bators,
Ultravox,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.