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 Israel and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Young Rascals to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
T. Rex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Inner City,
the Fania All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Scratch Acid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fluxion,
Rotary Connection,
Magazine,
Scott Walker,
World's Most,
the Germs,
Jeff Mills,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minny Pops,
Cymande,
The Invisible,
Slick Rick,
Radio Birdman,
Harry Pussy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Modern Lovers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quando Quango,
The Skatalites,
Dual Sessions,
Ornette Coleman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter & Gordon,
K-Klass,
The United States of America,
London Community Gospel Choir,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mad Mike,
Agent Orange,
New Age Steppers,
Thompson Twins,
Wasted Youth,
Marmalade,
Nirvana,
Graham Central Station,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare,
Marc Almond,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Parry Music,
Kenny Larkin,
The Wake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Misunderstood,
The Names,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masters at Work,
The Monks,
Camberwell Now,
Fugazi,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.