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 Cyprus and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 The Evens 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker,
Peter and Kerry,
The Modern Lovers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Birthday Party,
Jawbox,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott Heron,
Drive Like Jehu,
U.S. Maple,
David Bowie,
Gang Green,
The Index,
The Barracudas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lakeside,
Man Eating Sloth,
T.S.O.L.,
The Litter,
Q and Not U,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Offenders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
Easy Going,
Mandrill,
Fatback Band,
KRS-One,
Mad Mike,
Essential Logic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantytec,
Scratch Acid,
Hasil Adkins,
Oblivians,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Accadde A,
Pierre Henry,
The Evens,
Blancmange,
Young Marble Giants,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Starr,
Todd Terry,
Harry Pussy,
Interpol,
UT,
Warsaw,
Sparks,
MC5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Godley & Creme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Sheep,
Wasted Youth,
Ohio Players,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.