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 Antigua and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Agitation Free to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pulsallama,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Offenders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barbara Tucker,
Parry Music,
Deadbeat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MC5,
Davy DMX,
Silicon Teens,
The Slackers,
The Wake,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fuzztones,
Letta Mbulu,
UT,
Godley & Creme,
Ten City,
Deepchord,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Wells,
Pantaleimon,
Andrew Hill,
New Age Steppers,
Black Flag,
Severed Heads,
Saccharine Trust,
Little Man,
Bob Dylan,
Grey Daturas,
The Golliwogs,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra,
Minor Threat,
Niagra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nas,
Procol Harum,
Von Mondo,
Television Personalities,
Chris & Cosey,
The J.B.'s,
10cc,
Pere Ubu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Normal,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Wyatt,
ABBA,
These Immortal Souls,
Aaron Thompson,
AZ,
Fugazi,
Sarah Menescal,
Television,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.