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 Bolivia 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
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 spring reverb 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 X-102 to the rap 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Rekid,
The Happenings,
Public Enemy,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Silicon Teens,
the Fania All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Goldenarms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Funkadelic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arab on Radar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Zapp,
Sällskapet,
E-Dancer,
Derrick Morgan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ponytail,
Rites of Spring,
Au Pairs,
Ultravox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
F. McDonald,
Cluster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Piero Umiliani,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
R.M.O.,
Ronnie Foster,
Rakim,
In Retrospect,
Aswad,
Gang of Four,
The Doors,
Skriet,
Television,
Cheater Slicks,
Cameo,
The New Christs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skaos,
Nico,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Japan,
Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Johnny Clarke,
Ohio Players,
The Gun Club,
Symarip,
Skarface,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.