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 Uruguay and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chocolate Watch Band 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Rundgren,
DNA,
The Fuzztones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kenny Larkin,
Joy Division,
Supertramp,
The Walker Brothers,
Jandek,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Sneak,
Monolake,
Inner City,
Flash Fearless,
Bronski Beat,
Essential Logic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vladislav Delay,
The Martian,
Q and Not U,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Normal,
Connie Case,
The Cowsills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Don Cherry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Parry Music,
The Knickerbockers,
cv313,
Letta Mbulu,
Malaria!,
Minny Pops,
Youth Brigade,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dirtbombs,
Eli Mardock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funky Four + One,
MC5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang of Four,
Pulsallama,
The Litter,
Blake Baxter,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul II Soul,
Minnie Riperton,
Ten City,
Agent Orange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.