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 Australia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the dance 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Visage,
One Last Wish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deadbeat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nas,
Connie Case,
The Searchers,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magma,
Thompson Twins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Popol Vuh,
The Leaves,
Wally Richardson,
Y Pants,
Nils Olav,
June of 44,
The Seeds,
Hardrive,
Derrick Morgan,
Underground Resistance,
The Index,
Young Marble Giants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Second Layer,
Urselle,
Nik Kershaw,
Camberwell Now,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bad Manners,
the Germs,
Alton Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
Iggy Pop,
Marshall Jefferson,
Swans,
Saccharine Trust,
Gichy Dan,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cure,
Gang Green,
Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
Essential Logic,
Black Flag,
The Techniques,
Angry Samoans,
Altered Images,
E-Dancer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moebius,
The Music Machine,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.