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 Algeria and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
The Pop Group,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pussy Galore,
The Black Dice,
Arthur Verocai,
Lalann,
Agent Orange,
Lebanon Hanover,
Popol Vuh,
Urselle,
X-Ray Spex,
Sparks,
Marc Almond,
Idris Muhammad,
Alphaville,
Ituana,
Boredoms,
The American Breed,
Cameo,
Mars,
John Cale,
Don Cherry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
U.S. Maple,
Lyres,
Gregory Isaacs,
Simply Red,
Minnie Riperton,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amon Düül II,
CMW,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sister Nancy,
T. Rex,
Lee Hazlewood,
Qualms,
Mr. Review,
Minny Pops,
Babytalk,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonic Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stiv Bators,
Patti Smith,
a-ha,
Easy Going,
Alison Limerick,
Moss Icon,
Thompson Twins,
The Five Americans,
Bauhaus,
Procol Harum,
Schoolly D,
The Misunderstood,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.