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 Denmark and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Bob Dylan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Section 25,
DNA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
David Axelrod,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Motions,
In Retrospect,
Basic Channel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Audionom,
Shuggie Otis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
PIL,
The Fire Engines,
Ronnie Foster,
Gabor Szabo,
Wally Richardson,
The Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cramps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flash Fearless,
Black Flag,
Ronan,
Los Fastidios,
Dual Sessions,
Vladislav Delay,
Sällskapet,
Surgeon,
Sam Rivers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New York Dolls,
Dave Gahan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moby Grape,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Raincoats,
The New Christs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dead C,
The Durutti Column,
Idris Muhammad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Little Man,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Moon,
Susan Cadogan,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Walker Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.