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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Alice Coltrane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Five Americans,
Aswad,
Spandau Ballet,
Dark Day,
Negative Approach,
Procol Harum,
Tubeway Army,
Barry Ungar,
Lebanon Hanover,
Royal Trux,
Mark Hollis,
John Foxx,
The Busters,
Hot Snakes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
Roger Hodgson,
Darondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Los Fastidios,
Sparks,
The Modern Lovers,
Alison Limerick,
Marmalade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deadbeat,
Nico,
One Last Wish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Suburban Knight,
Basic Channel,
Stiv Bators,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mission of Burma,
Rites of Spring,
Country Teasers,
Swell Maps,
Boredoms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Motorama,
Can,
John Cale,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marvin Gaye,
Masters at Work,
The Wake,
Rod Modell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Prince Buster,
Oblivians,
Fluxion,
Brothers Johnson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joy Division,
John Lydon,
Heaven 17,
The Raincoats,
H. Thieme,
The Fire Engines,
Flipper,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.