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 Sweden and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 PIL to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skarface,
Iggy Pop,
Lucky Dragons,
Eli Mardock,
Zero Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tears for Fears,
Marc Almond,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slick Rick,
The Modern Lovers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tommy Roe,
Faraquet,
Lindisfarne,
Youth Brigade,
Sällskapet,
John Cale,
KRS-One,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed,
Y Pants,
Los Fastidios,
Livin' Joy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fugazi,
Robert Hood,
The Invisible,
the Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tim Buckley,
Can,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dead C,
Jawbox,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
Malaria!,
The Vogues,
Roxy Music,
Eurythmics,
The Buckinghams,
Jimmy McGriff,
Leonard Cohen,
Porter Ricks,
New Age Steppers,
The United States of America,
David McCallum,
Skaos,
Morten Harket,
The Moleskins,
Tomorrow,
Minor Threat,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.