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 Lesotho and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Von Mondo to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Ronnie Foster,
Patti Smith,
Drexciya,
Reuben Wilson,
Trumans Water,
Rites of Spring,
Lyres,
Gong,
Sun City Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Moon,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Swans,
Loose Ends,
Average White Band,
Don Cherry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Machine,
Alphaville,
Camouflage,
Bill Wells,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ituana,
The Seeds,
Echospace,
Rotary Connection,
Aaron Thompson,
the Germs,
Joensuu 1685,
MDC,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Busters,
Silicon Teens,
Idris Muhammad,
T. Rex,
Marine Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mantronix,
Slave,
Davy DMX,
Sonic Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Sister Nancy,
The Cure,
Pagans,
Parry Music,
Fluxion,
Brass Construction,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dual Sessions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ossler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.