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 Iran and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Adolescents to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun City Girls,
Harmonia,
The Busters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yusef Lateef,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oblivians,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Babytalk,
Rekid,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scientists,
Peter and Kerry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül,
Khruangbin,
Derrick Morgan,
The United States of America,
Quando Quango,
Mandrill,
Fear,
The Pop Group,
Funky Four + One,
Arcadia,
Gastr Del Sol,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Byrd,
World's Most,
Country Teasers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Von Mondo,
Althea and Donna,
Surgeon,
The Golliwogs,
Simply Red,
Gerry Rafferty,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Outsiders,
The Fortunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gichy Dan,
The Real Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
Spandau Ballet,
The Move,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
AZ,
Nirvana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kas Product,
The Doobie Brothers,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.