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 China and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Bill Near to the electroclash 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Magma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
UT,
Joensuu 1685,
Funkadelic,
The Searchers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Average White Band,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gories,
Vladislav Delay,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gladiators,
The Human League,
Joe Smooth,
Interpol,
The Litter,
Hoover,
Television Personalities,
Ten City,
a-ha,
Agent Orange,
Marc Almond,
The Last Poets,
Pulsallama,
Drexciya,
Angry Samoans,
The Fuzztones,
Blossom Toes,
The Barracudas,
10cc,
Yaz,
The Pop Group,
Unrelated Segments,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Buzzcocks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Sheep,
The Doobie Brothers,
EPMD,
Barclay James Harvest,
The New Christs,
Soulsonic Force,
Neil Young,
Iggy Pop,
Lalann,
Tubeway Army,
These Immortal Souls,
Tears for Fears,
One Last Wish,
Minutemen,
The Fugs,
Aswad,
Mr. Review,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camouflage,
FM Einheit,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.