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 Chile and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 The Cowsills to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
Gang Green,
Joy Division,
Bang On A Can,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxette,
48th St. Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Holt,
Scan 7,
The Monochrome Set,
This Heat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Moon,
Wolf Eyes,
Rakim,
John Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultravox,
Pole,
The Gories,
UT,
Theoretical Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Prince Buster,
EPMD,
Throbbing Gristle,
Surgeon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fat Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moleskins,
Eric Copeland,
Kerri Chandler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blackbyrds,
The Angels of Light,
Eurythmics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül II,
Rosa Yemen,
Television Personalities,
Animal Collective,
Lungfish,
Marvin Gaye,
The Motions,
Can,
Letta Mbulu,
The Offenders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Vladislav Delay,
The Tremeloes,
Crash Course in Science,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.