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 Armenia and from London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Radio Birdman,
Maurizio,
Brass Construction,
Cameo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül II,
Delta 5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang On A Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Flag,
The Gories,
The Cure,
Roxette,
Adolescents,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Slave,
Sarah Menescal,
Audionom,
cv313,
Brothers Johnson,
Dorothy Ashby,
MC5,
Brand Nubian,
Silicon Teens,
World's Most,
Moss Icon,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
The Dead C,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wire,
Lou Reed,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Green,
John Coltrane,
The Selecter,
Warren Ellis,
The Black Dice,
Royal Trux,
Infiniti,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
The Evens,
Public Image Ltd.,
Reuben Wilson,
Livin' Joy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.