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 Guinea and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Blancmange,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kenny Larkin,
Hasil Adkins,
Con Funk Shun,
The Residents,
Swell Maps,
The Mummies,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
K-Klass,
Tres Demented,
Organ,
Sight & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pylon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skarface,
Lou Christie,
X-Ray Spex,
Interpol,
Average White Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Agent Orange,
The Cure,
Spoonie Gee,
the Human League,
Siglo XX,
Franke,
Sparks,
H. Thieme,
The Angels of Light,
Lakeside,
Cybotron,
Tommy Roe,
Roxette,
Wings,
Camberwell Now,
One Last Wish,
Crash Course in Science,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tears for Fears,
Crime,
Negative Approach,
Rosa Yemen,
Wire,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Raincoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Procol Harum,
Nirvana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Misunderstood,
Fluxion,
The Gun Club,
Bang On A Can,
June of 44,
The Real Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lungfish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.