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 India and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the disco 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
The Count Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Wake,
Youth Brigade,
The Raincoats,
The Mojo Men,
Carl Craig,
Jandek,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
The Music Machine,
Amazonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Make Up,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delta 5,
Fear,
Monks,
The Saints,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Style,
Minutemen,
Chris Corsano,
Supertramp,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rakim,
Connie Case,
The Mummies,
Boredoms,
Aloha Tigers,
the Slits,
Ludus,
New York Dolls,
Kurtis Blow,
Los Fastidios,
Hot Snakes,
B.T. Express,
Sixth Finger,
Glenn Branca,
Bush Tetras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David McCallum,
Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Terry,
Sister Nancy,
The Angels of Light,
Wasted Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slackers,
Sarah Menescal,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.