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 Guatemala and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Yellowson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
FM Einheit,
The Barracudas,
Marine Girls,
The Wake,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David Bowie,
The Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Severed Heads,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lakeside,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deakin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fall,
T. Rex,
Bob Dylan,
Rufus Thomas,
Desert Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slick Rick,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Spandau Ballet,
Sällskapet,
Babytalk,
Bobby Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Whodini,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Stooges,
Crime,
Arthur Verocai,
Panda Bear,
Underground Resistance,
LL Cool J,
Radio Birdman,
Unwound,
Black Flag,
Nils Olav,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Hill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed,
Eli Mardock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
Robert Hood,
Suicide,
Silicon Teens,
kango's stein massive,
Black Moon,
Al Stewart,
The Shadows of Knight,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.