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 Zimbabwe and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
MC5,
The Kinks,
Heaven 17,
Niagra,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Order,
Blossom Toes,
Rod Modell,
Guru Guru,
The Gories,
Agitation Free,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moebius,
Ludus,
The Mojo Men,
Stereo Dub,
This Heat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Animal Collective,
K-Klass,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jawbox,
Kerri Chandler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tres Demented,
Sugar Minott,
Michelle Simonal,
the Association,
The Vogues,
The Fortunes,
Fat Boys,
Can,
Junior Murvin,
The Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
A Certain Ratio,
Tears for Fears,
Reagan Youth,
Black Moon,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stiv Bators,
Thee Headcoats,
The Birthday Party,
The Searchers,
Jeff Mills,
The Slackers,
Unrelated Segments,
ABBA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Talk Talk,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Desert Stars,
cv313,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.