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 Botswana and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Swans to the dance 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
the Swans,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter & Gordon,
ABBA,
LL Cool J,
Adolescents,
Technova,
Soul II Soul,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pussy Galore,
the Bar-Kays,
Scion,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-Ray Spex,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aural Exciters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tears for Fears,
Flash Fearless,
E-Dancer,
Panda Bear,
Lalo Schifrin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unwound,
The Smiths,
The Mojo Men,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
Kaleidoscope,
David McCallum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swans,
Tubeway Army,
Minny Pops,
Lungfish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The J.B.'s,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
Henry Cow,
Depeche Mode,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donny Hathaway,
Wolf Eyes,
Bush Tetras,
Maurizio,
Matthew Halsall,
Pantytec,
Reuben Wilson,
Josef K,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
Tom Boy,
Trumans Water,
Joy Division,
Robert Görl,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.