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 Greece and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 World's Most to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Victims,
Morten Harket,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young,
Arab on Radar,
The Blues Magoos,
Glenn Branca,
La Düsseldorf,
The Kinks,
Subhumans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Inner City,
The Gap Band,
Man Parrish,
Hoover,
Bobby Byrd,
Bauhaus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Shoche,
The Detroit Cobras,
Parry Music,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The New Christs,
Smog,
Half Japanese,
Brick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gories,
Mantronix,
Jeff Lynne,
Yusef Lateef,
Sandy B,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Davy DMX,
The Martian,
Theoretical Girls,
Jawbox,
The Cramps,
The Birthday Party,
Symarip,
Adolescents,
Trumans Water,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Pretty Things,
Suicide,
Wire,
Index,
Lindisfarne,
Sugar Minott,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.