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 Guyana and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 Talk Talk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Thompson Twins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Beau Brummels,
Pussy Galore,
Lower 48,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skaos,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eddi Front,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
OOIOO,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sound Behaviour,
Rapeman,
Harry Pussy,
Susan Cadogan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Sheep,
Jawbox,
Kenny Larkin,
Gong,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers,
Wolf Eyes,
Circle Jerks,
The Smoke,
Oneida,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Golliwogs,
The Residents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare,
Moebius,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash,
Urselle,
Mantronix,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mr. Review,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reagan Youth,
Au Pairs,
Soft Cell,
the Normal,
Mad Mike,
Skriet,
The Fuzztones,
La Düsseldorf,
Public Enemy,
Smog,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.