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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 R.M.O. to the rock 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
John Coltrane,
Slick Rick,
Cameo,
The Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris Corsano,
ABBA,
Dave Gahan,
the Normal,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
H. Thieme,
Television,
The Toasters,
Marine Girls,
Ten City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rod Modell,
Glenn Branca,
June Days,
ABC,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Index,
Swans,
Todd Terry,
Sixth Finger,
The United States of America,
Mars,
Bronski Beat,
Los Fastidios,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Davy DMX,
Donny Hathaway,
MC5,
Scratch Acid,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Foxx,
Pierre Henry,
Sarah Menescal,
Gabor Szabo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wally Richardson,
The Fuzztones,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantytec,
The Fugs,
Black Bananas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sex Pistols,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Procol Harum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
PIL,
Mr. Review,
Man Parrish,
Ken Boothe,
The Durutti Column,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.