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 Moldova and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Monks to the punk 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pagans,
Parry Music,
Model 500,
Dennis Brown,
Dave Gahan,
The Gap Band,
Dawn Penn,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
Todd Rundgren,
The Victims,
Roxy Music,
Ronan,
Patti Smith,
The Cramps,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Supertramp,
Deakin,
Negative Approach,
The Cowsills,
Mad Mike,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warsaw,
Tim Buckley,
Radio Birdman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deepchord,
The Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amazonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Desert Stars,
Bauhaus,
The Modern Lovers,
Sound Behaviour,
The Durutti Column,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blancmange,
Derrick May,
The Gladiators,
Faraquet,
The Smiths,
Mandrill,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Half Japanese,
Shuggie Otis,
The Happenings,
Charles Mingus,
Cecil Taylor,
The Offenders,
Scratch Acid,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.