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 Benin and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Shoche to the grunge 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
The Fugs,
Lou Christie,
The Golliwogs,
B.T. Express,
Marshall Jefferson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Associates,
Sun City Girls,
Fluxion,
Pierre Henry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sixth Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
L. Decosne,
Darondo,
Ossler,
Yellowson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
James White and The Blacks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blake Baxter,
Frankie Knuckles,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Silicon Teens,
Piero Umiliani,
Mission of Burma,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brass Construction,
Arab on Radar,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kurtis Blow,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Mills,
X-Ray Spex,
Groovy Waters,
Fatback Band,
The Music Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Spandau Ballet,
Rapeman,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Clarke,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gories,
Tubeway Army,
Stiv Bators,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young,
Guru Guru,
Kas Product,
Marc Almond,
Wasted Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Moon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Hood,
Franke,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.