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 Austria and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Idris Muhammad to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Anakelly,
David McCallum,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
CMW,
The Litter,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick Morgan,
Lucky Dragons,
Deepchord,
Todd Rundgren,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Sheep,
The Stooges,
Liliput,
Urselle,
Eve St. Jones,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
JFA,
Rod Modell,
Symarip,
Yaz,
Severed Heads,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
R.M.O.,
The Real Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
the Sonics,
The Barracudas,
a-ha,
Soul II Soul,
Make Up,
Nils Olav,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Move,
Joe Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mandrill,
Magma,
The Pretty Things,
The Happenings,
Godley & Creme,
the Slits,
New Order,
Flash Fearless,
The Dirtbombs,
Fela Kuti,
Youth Brigade,
The Cure,
Marvin Gaye,
Minutemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Maurizio,
Jacques Brel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blake Baxter,
The Cramps,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.