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 Namibia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Shoche to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Michelle Simonal,
The Martian,
Tommy Roe,
Marine Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Jacques Brel,
The Beau Brummels,
The Stooges,
L. Decosne,
Harry Pussy,
Freddie Wadling,
Severed Heads,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
EPMD,
The Gun Club,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drive Like Jehu,
Warsaw,
In Retrospect,
Deepchord,
Bobby Sherman,
Cameo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radio Birdman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Unrelated Segments,
PIL,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris & Cosey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Residents,
The Sonics,
The Searchers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Royal Trux,
Accadde A,
The Velvet Underground,
Laurel Aitken,
Sugar Minott,
Ice-T,
Vainqueur,
The Gap Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mo-Dettes,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Almond,
The Durutti Column,
X-Ray Spex,
Brass Construction,
X-101,
Pagans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.