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 Portugal and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Porter Ricks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Don Cherry,
Scrapy,
The United States of America,
The Sound,
Underground Resistance,
The Litter,
Blancmange,
Radiohead,
Suicide,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blake Baxter,
Qualms,
Sällskapet,
Gang Starr,
Lyres,
Young Marble Giants,
Lower 48,
Scientists,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fear,
Heaven 17,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June of 44,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aaron Thompson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Drexciya,
The Red Krayola,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul II Soul,
Radio Birdman,
Ronan,
Yellowson,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry's Kids,
The Misunderstood,
The Leaves,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Almond,
Half Japanese,
Wings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Moon,
Cluster,
Deadbeat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aloha Tigers,
Swans,
Pere Ubu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Saccharine Trust,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Organ,
Stereo Dub,
Spoonie Gee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.