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 Macedonia and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Quantec to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Inner City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Davy DMX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cymande,
Yellowson,
The Kinks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Archie Shepp,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Seeds,
Television Personalities,
Newcleus,
the Germs,
Procol Harum,
Pulsallama,
The Monochrome Set,
Sugar Minott,
Scan 7,
Half Japanese,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Evens,
Marmalade,
The Golliwogs,
Radiohead,
Animal Collective,
Morten Harket,
LL Cool J,
the Human League,
Desert Stars,
David Axelrod,
Underground Resistance,
Popol Vuh,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eurythmics,
The Black Dice,
Jerry's Kids,
Eddi Front,
Thompson Twins,
Barbara Tucker,
Soulsonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dennis Brown,
ABC,
Tim Buckley,
PIL,
Danielle Patucci,
Camberwell Now,
Sight & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Lower 48,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.