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 Niger and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
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 guitar 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rap 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
The Divine Comedy,
One Last Wish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sällskapet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dead C,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Banda Bassotti,
ABC,
D'Angelo,
The Moody Blues,
Angry Samoans,
Intrusion,
Pylon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sight & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Q65,
Mr. Review,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fall,
The Count Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fugs,
The Pretty Things,
Cymande,
Urselle,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Bourne,
Whodini,
Chris Corsano,
Laurel Aitken,
B.T. Express,
The Dave Clark Five,
June of 44,
X-102,
The Residents,
Scientists,
Ronnie Foster,
Lakeside,
The Birthday Party,
Terry Callier,
Harmonia,
Chrome,
Sonic Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Cheater Slicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ponytail,
Juan Atkins,
Sandy B,
Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
Ultravox,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.