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 Switzerland and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 PIL to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Beau Brummels,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Make Up,
PIL,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Starr,
Bluetip,
Mandrill,
the Sonics,
Adolescents,
The Gories,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Durutti Column,
Moss Icon,
Marmalade,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Count Five,
Cybotron,
Soft Cell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
F. McDonald,
DJ Style,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Swans,
The Busters,
Excepter,
Slave,
Slick Rick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Little Man,
Altered Images,
Reagan Youth,
Maurizio,
Idris Muhammad,
Gabor Szabo,
Model 500,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlback,
Loose Ends,
Mo-Dettes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Hill,
Warren Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
Howard Jones,
MDC,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masters at Work,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slits,
The New Christs,
Lalann,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
Agent Orange,
The Index,
The Fortunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.