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 Philippines and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lucky Dragons to the techno 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Harmonia,
K-Klass,
Cal Tjader,
Sarah Menescal,
D'Angelo,
Average White Band,
Black Moon,
Arthur Verocai,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers,
Eli Mardock,
The Invisible,
Wire,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jandek,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nirvana,
Funky Four + One,
Metal Thangz,
Altered Images,
Sugar Minott,
The Trojans,
the Germs,
10cc,
The Count Five,
Barry Ungar,
Chris Corsano,
Bluetip,
B.T. Express,
CMW,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pretty Things,
Leonard Cohen,
The Detroit Cobras,
UT,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soft Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric Copeland,
Goldenarms,
Scion,
Suicide,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fugazi,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roxette,
Shuggie Otis,
Monolake,
Q65,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.