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 Bhutan and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Graham Central Station to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Yusef Lateef,
Urselle,
Don Cherry,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Bourne,
Hasil Adkins,
The New Christs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Altered Images,
Little Man,
Yazoo,
David McCallum,
Nas,
Suburban Knight,
The Names,
The Doors,
Bauhaus,
June of 44,
Desert Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tim Buckley,
Ossler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Metal Thangz,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Buzzcocks,
Barry Ungar,
Whodini,
Bobby Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roger Hodgson,
Alison Limerick,
Kerri Chandler,
Boredoms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Saccharine Trust,
New Order,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kurtis Blow,
Glenn Branca,
Slick Rick,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young,
Subhumans,
Sister Nancy,
Roxy Music,
The Wake,
The Red Krayola,
Erykah Badu,
Blossom Toes,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Loose Ends,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül II,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.