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 New Zealand and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Boredoms to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Man Parrish,
MC5,
Ponytail,
The Smoke,
The Victims,
Peter and Kerry,
Stiv Bators,
The Gun Club,
Quando Quango,
The Cure,
Television Personalities,
Heaven 17,
The Dirtbombs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Can,
Chris Corsano,
The Selecter,
The Martian,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angry Samoans,
ABBA,
Reagan Youth,
Joey Negro,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Normal,
Little Man,
Clear Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
Groovy Waters,
The Grass Roots,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
The Human League,
Kaleidoscope,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-102,
Peter & Gordon,
Al Stewart,
the Association,
Tres Demented,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
Anthony Braxton,
Sandy B,
John Lydon,
Moebius,
Rakim,
The Zeros,
Radiohead,
The Skatalites,
Tommy Roe,
Pantaleimon,
Chrome,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.