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 Chad and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Tres Demented to the grunge 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barbara Tucker,
Wings,
Maurizio,
Derrick Morgan,
Visage,
MC5,
Fluxion,
Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
OOIOO,
Q65,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Starr,
Spoonie Gee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Das Ding,
Warren Ellis,
Malaria!,
Hashim,
Livin' Joy,
Flash Fearless,
Severed Heads,
The Kinks,
The Gories,
Liliput,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agitation Free,
Todd Rundgren,
Junior Murvin,
These Immortal Souls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Byron Stingily,
Flipper,
Joyce Sims,
The Martian,
Interpol,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultra Naté,
Charles Mingus,
Minny Pops,
Anakelly,
B.T. Express,
The Count Five,
Gichy Dan,
Absolute Body Control,
Tears for Fears,
Rotary Connection,
Deakin,
The Busters,
Unrelated Segments,
The Remains,
T. Rex,
Peter and Kerry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.