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 Malawi 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Man Parrish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Lucky Dragons,
Albert Ayler,
The Cure,
Shuggie Otis,
Supertramp,
Pagans,
Vainqueur,
Prince Buster,
Lou Christie,
Rekid,
Black Flag,
Wire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jawbox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kerri Chandler,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Althea and Donna,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brand Nubian,
The Invisible,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dark Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Sherman,
Byron Stingily,
Lungfish,
Scott Walker,
Bizarre Inc.,
Metal Thangz,
Fatback Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Mad Mike,
AZ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
H. Thieme,
The Divine Comedy,
Wings,
The Dave Clark Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Axelrod,
Robert Görl,
Toni Rubio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Green,
Rapeman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Connie Case,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick May,
Graham Central Station,
The American Breed,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.