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 Italy and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Cluster,
Mr. Review,
Janne Schatter,
The Divine Comedy,
Main Source,
Underground Resistance,
Cal Tjader,
Yaz,
Connie Case,
Roxy Music,
Schoolly D,
Anthony Braxton,
UT,
Soul Sonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
T.S.O.L.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Trojans,
The New Christs,
Joy Division,
The Leaves,
The Gladiators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quantec,
Todd Rundgren,
Jawbox,
Von Mondo,
Gong,
The Cramps,
Q and Not U,
The Moleskins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yusef Lateef,
Darondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Offenders,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Kinks,
Black Bananas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swans,
Jacques Brel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Magma,
Television,
Soft Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Average White Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The American Breed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skaos,
Moss Icon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.