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 Togo and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 New York Dolls to the dance 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Supertramp,
The Monks,
The Last Poets,
K-Klass,
Gang Starr,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
the Sonics,
Dave Gahan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dead Boys,
Basic Channel,
The Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Henry Cow,
Adolescents,
Funkadelic,
Arcadia,
Angry Samoans,
Technova,
Nils Olav,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül II,
Alton Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ponytail,
Magma,
The Sonics,
Ohio Players,
Ituana,
The Pretty Things,
The Leaves,
Shoche,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fortunes,
Anakelly,
Amon Düül,
Ultra Naté,
Tim Buckley,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terry Callier,
Graham Central Station,
Agent Orange,
The Gun Club,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quantec,
Boogie Down Productions,
One Last Wish,
Q and Not U,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABC,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Saccharine Trust,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.