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 Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Minutemen to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
K-Klass,
Cameo,
Prince Buster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Toni Rubio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rod Modell,
Roger Hodgson,
Rakim,
the Slits,
Kayak,
The Evens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Green,
PIL,
Agent Orange,
Hoover,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amon Düül II,
Ituana,
Organ,
Barry Ungar,
Patti Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
Talk Talk,
Flipper,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Malaria!,
Eric Copeland,
Todd Terry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reagan Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Soulsonic Force,
Faraquet,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantaleimon,
The Index,
The Young Rascals,
Kas Product,
World's Most,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anthony Braxton,
Davy DMX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Rundgren,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scan 7,
Jacques Brel,
The United States of America,
DNA,
Quadrant,
Gong,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül,
The Saints,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.