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 Malawi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Jacques Brel to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
Talk Talk,
The Victims,
Suicide,
The Associates,
Infiniti,
Joe Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Style,
Panda Bear,
Parry Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Q and Not U,
The Martian,
Slick Rick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nirvana,
The Smoke,
X-102,
Metal Thangz,
John Lydon,
Moby Grape,
The Count Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deakin,
Sight & Sound,
EPMD,
Brothers Johnson,
The Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sällskapet,
Gang Green,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Shoche,
Model 500,
The Fuzztones,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABC,
The Golliwogs,
Underground Resistance,
Sex Pistols,
Minutemen,
Piero Umiliani,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Malaria!,
Darondo,
Johnny Clarke,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joey Negro,
Scientists,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.