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 Venezuela and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Colin Newman to the dance 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Magazine,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Germs,
X-Ray Spex,
Radiohead,
Letta Mbulu,
X-102,
Graham Central Station,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Isaac Hayes,
Amazonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Surgeon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cal Tjader,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Sneak,
Icehouse,
Mo-Dettes,
The Motions,
The Remains,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joyce Sims,
Sixth Finger,
Wolf Eyes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonny Sharrock,
June of 44,
The Shadows of Knight,
Youth Brigade,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacob Miller,
The Velvet Underground,
Funky Four + One,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cure,
Kerrie Biddell,
Guru Guru,
Steve Hackett,
Second Layer,
Skarface,
John Lydon,
Lucky Dragons,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Bourne,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
Wire,
Malaria!,
Eurythmics,
Johnny Clarke,
Kaleidoscope,
Rufus Thomas,
Loose Ends,
The Pretty Things,
Josef K,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.