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 Australia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Unwound to the rock 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Ultimate Spinach,
Technova,
The Blues Magoos,
Crash Course in Science,
Scientists,
The Busters,
Henry Cow,
Jacob Miller,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bauhaus,
X-101,
Whodini,
Johnny Clarke,
Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Michelle Simonal,
Shuggie Otis,
Quadrant,
Young Marble Giants,
Swell Maps,
Royal Trux,
Magma,
Supertramp,
Q65,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Real Kids,
Yazoo,
X-Ray Spex,
AZ,
Tres Demented,
China Crisis,
Little Man,
Main Source,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spandau Ballet,
David McCallum,
U.S. Maple,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dawn Penn,
Faust,
Thee Headcoats,
Fela Kuti,
Marine Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Masters at Work,
The Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rosa Yemen,
Todd Terry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Essential Logic,
Jacques Brel,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.