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 Georgia and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neil Young to the crunk 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Nils Olav,
Grey Daturas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James White and The Blacks,
Mad Mike,
Erasure,
R.M.O.,
Scrapy,
Lalann,
Sight & Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Pus,
Crime,
ABC,
Arcadia,
Donald Byrd,
Ronan,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pretty Things,
The Sound,
The Fugs,
cv313,
Warren Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gories,
Kaleidoscope,
David Axelrod,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
June Days,
In Retrospect,
10cc,
Dawn Penn,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rapeman,
The Pop Group,
Flamin' Groovies,
Schoolly D,
Television,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monochrome Set,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Motions,
kango's stein massive,
JFA,
Depeche Mode,
The Kinks,
Yaz,
Rotary Connection,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Charles Mingus,
Drexciya,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.