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 Pakistan and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Television Personalities to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Velvet Underground,
Siglo XX,
Joe Finger,
The Fugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxette,
48th St. Collective,
Subhumans,
Fat Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
the Germs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spandau Ballet,
Altered Images,
Pere Ubu,
Blossom Toes,
Donald Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
Symarip,
Harmonia,
Adolescents,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül II,
Livin' Joy,
Bronski Beat,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cheater Slicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cameo,
Kas Product,
Chris Corsano,
Massinfluence,
John Cale,
The Fall,
Pagans,
Public Enemy,
Sparks,
Kaleidoscope,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Busters,
Dark Day,
The Star Department,
Deadbeat,
H. Thieme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mantronix,
Quantec,
Godley & Creme,
Steve Hackett,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wally Richardson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yaz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Easy Going,
Minor Threat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.