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 Colombia and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moebius to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Scratch Acid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Lydon,
H. Thieme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agitation Free,
B.T. Express,
Flipper,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anakelly,
The Kinks,
Mr. Review,
Make Up,
Bootsy Collins,
Guru Guru,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Goldenarms,
Moebius,
Suburban Knight,
Bad Manners,
Magma,
Joensuu 1685,
The Martian,
Bob Dylan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Almond,
Arcadia,
Cybotron,
Ornette Coleman,
Nico,
Essential Logic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
The New Christs,
Alison Limerick,
Bizarre Inc.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ituana,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Smog,
Stetsasonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Residents,
Quantec,
Lyres,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maurizio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Spoonie Gee,
Subhumans,
Ten City,
The Fuzztones,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.