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 Senegal and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 The Birthday Party to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Von Mondo,
Aural Exciters,
Dave Gahan,
The Walker Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Royal Trux,
T. Rex,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Accadde A,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Godley & Creme,
Television,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scott Walker,
Derrick Morgan,
Stereo Dub,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
Black Moon,
Television Personalities,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Toni Rubio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Mills,
Arab on Radar,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mad Mike,
Monks,
Sandy B,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Electric Prunes,
Fear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slave,
Morten Harket,
Infiniti,
Ken Boothe,
Popol Vuh,
Excepter,
Nico,
LL Cool J,
The Pretty Things,
The Monochrome Set,
The Techniques,
48th St. Collective,
Lyres,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cecil Taylor,
The Litter,
Boredoms,
Zero Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.