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 Honduras and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare 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 Sun Ra Arkestra 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minor Threat,
Faust,
James White and The Blacks,
The Durutti Column,
Rapeman,
The Human League,
Zero Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camouflage,
Kayak,
Malaria!,
Gichy Dan,
Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David Bowie,
a-ha,
Sister Nancy,
Quadrant,
Archie Shepp,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Invisible,
Kerri Chandler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alison Limerick,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Black Dice,
Groovy Waters,
Neu!,
10cc,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yaz,
Amon Düül,
Lightning Bolt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Barracudas,
John Holt,
Lakeside,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronnie Foster,
Flash Fearless,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
The Angels of Light,
The Blackbyrds,
The Busters,
Mr. Review,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soft Cell,
Intrusion,
Rites of Spring,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Juan Atkins,
D'Angelo,
Joe Finger,
The Litter,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.