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 Slovakia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Howard Jones,
E-Dancer,
Marc Almond,
ABC,
Sex Pistols,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marine Girls,
The Martian,
Young Marble Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
Kenny Larkin,
Aural Exciters,
Brick,
Ken Boothe,
Josef K,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Main Source,
The Barracudas,
The Red Krayola,
Livin' Joy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jandek,
Sarah Menescal,
Youth Brigade,
Sight & Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lightning Bolt,
Barrington Levy,
Pantaleimon,
Vladislav Delay,
Bluetip,
Franke,
Eurythmics,
Amazonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yusef Lateef,
Henry Cow,
The Star Department,
Bill Near,
June Days,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terry Callier,
The Misunderstood,
Sonic Youth,
Crooked Eye,
X-101,
Minny Pops,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.