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 Dominican Republic and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Smog to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
ABC,
Jacob Miller,
Black Bananas,
Clear Light,
Janne Schatter,
E-Dancer,
Suburban Knight,
Steve Hackett,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Darondo,
Eurythmics,
June of 44,
Ituana,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ossler,
Dead Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deepchord,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cowsills,
Camouflage,
Judy Mowatt,
The Divine Comedy,
John Holt,
Gong,
Panda Bear,
Pet Shop Boys,
CMW,
Erasure,
the Bar-Kays,
The Selecter,
Au Pairs,
The Pop Group,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pylon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quantec,
Kurtis Blow,
Adolescents,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Index,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erykah Badu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Patti Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Velvet Underground,
Deadbeat,
The Blues Magoos,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick May,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.