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 Benin and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Lungfish to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Crooked Eye,
The Detroit Cobras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Remains,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swell Maps,
Lyres,
The Real Kids,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Das Ding,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moss Icon,
The Skatalites,
AZ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flash Fearless,
Spoonie Gee,
Henry Cow,
The Moleskins,
Bang On A Can,
Adolescents,
John Foxx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Organ,
Faust,
Main Source,
Kaleidoscope,
Grey Daturas,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Warren Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
Rufus Thomas,
Barry Ungar,
Eli Mardock,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Banda Bassotti,
Oblivians,
Depeche Mode,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magma,
The Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
Mandrill,
Agitation Free,
Khruangbin,
Circle Jerks,
Lungfish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barbara Tucker,
Steve Hackett,
Intrusion,
Tom Boy,
Guru Guru,
Neu!,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.