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 Philippines and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
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 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 Rotary Connection to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Buzzcocks,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smiths,
Rotary Connection,
The Fortunes,
The Golliwogs,
The Remains,
Bluetip,
Peter and Kerry,
Kurtis Blow,
Blossom Toes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joyce Sims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hot Snakes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Panda Bear,
These Immortal Souls,
Bauhaus,
The Velvet Underground,
PIL,
Scott Walker,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Unwound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slackers,
Sarah Menescal,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cowsills,
Kerrie Biddell,
Reuben Wilson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fear,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Searchers,
Von Mondo,
Inner City,
FM Einheit,
Pulsallama,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Urselle,
Hasil Adkins,
The Walker Brothers,
The Trojans,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Don Cherry,
Youth Brigade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultimate Spinach,
Livin' Joy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Babytalk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kayak,
Circle Jerks,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.