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 Sweden and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Dawn Penn to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Avey Tare,
Althea and Donna,
Jandek,
Von Mondo,
Mo-Dettes,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Zeros,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Green,
Crash Course in Science,
Young Marble Giants,
Flash Fearless,
This Heat,
Sällskapet,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gladiators,
Arthur Verocai,
Inner City,
The Cowsills,
Roger Hodgson,
Radiohead,
Mars,
Eli Mardock,
Amon Düül II,
Darondo,
Andrew Hill,
the Germs,
Donny Hathaway,
Brass Construction,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cramps,
Roxy Music,
Marine Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Misunderstood,
The Tremeloes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacob Miller,
Cameo,
The Evens,
Babytalk,
Swell Maps,
Sister Nancy,
Popol Vuh,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Godley & Creme,
Second Layer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris Corsano,
The Raincoats,
DNA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Subhumans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ituana,
Aloha Tigers,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.