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 Haiti and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Josef K,
Marine Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reagan Youth,
ABBA,
Mandrill,
Bush Tetras,
Depeche Mode,
Judy Mowatt,
The Martian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blues Magoos,
Idris Muhammad,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Wyatt,
Animal Collective,
Yazoo,
The Smoke,
Graham Central Station,
Brand Nubian,
Banda Bassotti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Isaac Hayes,
Schoolly D,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Index,
Cymande,
Jeff Mills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reuben Wilson,
The New Christs,
Gichy Dan,
Whodini,
The Doors,
Quando Quango,
Harry Pussy,
The Dead C,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Toni Rubio,
The Residents,
Tomorrow,
The Monks,
Scratch Acid,
Man Parrish,
the Normal,
X-101,
Roy Ayers,
FM Einheit,
The Remains,
Cecil Taylor,
The Selecter,
Tim Buckley,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Newcleus,
Altered Images,
EPMD,
The Neon Judgement,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.