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 Norway and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marcia Griffiths to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heaven 17,
kango's stein massive,
Yellowson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Negative Approach,
Scrapy,
Joensuu 1685,
Skarface,
Avey Tare,
Groovy Waters,
The Kinks,
The Moleskins,
Donny Hathaway,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Remains,
Curtis Mayfield,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oneida,
The Beau Brummels,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flash Fearless,
The Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gong,
Tommy Roe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Todd Terry,
The Evens,
Lightning Bolt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Wyatt,
Metal Thangz,
Boredoms,
Wolf Eyes,
the Germs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Isaac Hayes,
Symarip,
Bush Tetras,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Copeland,
The Walker Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cybotron,
One Last Wish,
Nirvana,
The Detroit Cobras,
David McCallum,
The Invisible,
Ludus,
Ken Boothe,
Crooked Eye,
Faraquet,
Nik Kershaw,
the Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bauhaus,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.