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 Tunisia and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Nile Rodgers 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 kango's stein massive to the punk 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Albert Ayler,
Chris Corsano,
PIL,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Star Department,
Marc Almond,
Black Bananas,
Delta 5,
Bad Manners,
Althea and Donna,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Zeros,
Jawbox,
Alice Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lakeside,
Pylon,
The Divine Comedy,
Davy DMX,
Scrapy,
Skarface,
Suicide,
The Fire Engines,
R.M.O.,
Jandek,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Slits,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Accadde A,
Masters at Work,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Teasers,
Gang of Four,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter and Kerry,
Toni Rubio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blues Magoos,
The Index,
Grey Daturas,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
Lindisfarne,
Eddi Front,
June of 44,
DJ Style,
DNA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mo-Dettes,
CMW,
Faraquet,
Sonic Youth,
Blossom Toes,
Harry Pussy,
Clear Light,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.