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 Morocco and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 The Music Machine to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen 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?
Minnie Riperton,
Kayak,
Ralphi Rosario,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Leaves,
The Index,
Nik Kershaw,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Terry,
Stetsasonic,
Michelle Simonal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Suicide,
The Kinks,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agitation Free,
Yellowson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Massinfluence,
Shuggie Otis,
The Doors,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick May,
Mo-Dettes,
Half Japanese,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scientists,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Wyatt,
Negative Approach,
Royal Trux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Surgeon,
Mandrill,
The Modern Lovers,
Leonard Cohen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rites of Spring,
Fela Kuti,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hasil Adkins,
The Residents,
Lee Hazlewood,
Intrusion,
Josef K,
Fear,
Lyres,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The New Christs,
Kas Product,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jawbox,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.