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 Congo and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Andrew Hill to the grunge 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '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 Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Nils Olav,
ABC,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy Collins,
Letta Mbulu,
John Holt,
Robert Wyatt,
Pole,
Roxy Music,
Yaz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dave Gahan,
Theoretical Girls,
Inner City,
Stetsasonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magma,
Arthur Verocai,
The Real Kids,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacob Miller,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swell Maps,
Skaos,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smiths,
Severed Heads,
Hashim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Skatalites,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sister Nancy,
Yellowson,
Alphaville,
Danielle Patucci,
Eli Mardock,
JFA,
The Fuzztones,
Kenny Larkin,
the Normal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Selecter,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Moon,
Minnie Riperton,
Graham Central Station,
The Remains,
Lower 48,
June of 44,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
cv313,
The Durutti Column,
The Sound,
The Fall,
Skriet,
Suicide,
The New Christs,
The Electric Prunes,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.