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 Zimbabwe 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Popol Vuh 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Hoover,
Swans,
Ultravox,
Main Source,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Ituana,
Ken Boothe,
Angry Samoans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joensuu 1685,
8 Eyed Spy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Anakelly,
Adolescents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Intrusion,
Agent Orange,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Royal Trux,
T.S.O.L.,
Maurizio,
Malaria!,
Mad Mike,
Connie Case,
A Certain Ratio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television,
The Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Flag,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlback,
Motorama,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Desert Stars,
Faust,
Eli Mardock,
Yellowson,
Barry Ungar,
Smog,
This Heat,
The Selecter,
Scion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siglo XX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.