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 Micronesia and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Ponytail to the electroclash 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Dead Boys,
L. Decosne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang On A Can,
Outsiders,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Certain Ratio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camouflage,
Alphaville,
Jacob Miller,
The Knickerbockers,
Unrelated Segments,
Harmonia,
Fatback Band,
The Misunderstood,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rotary Connection,
The Last Poets,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Names,
Bobby Byrd,
Rakim,
The Residents,
Radiohead,
The Evens,
Agent Orange,
Michelle Simonal,
Sex Pistols,
Blossom Toes,
Pulsallama,
Brothers Johnson,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Albert Ayler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Morten Harket,
the Germs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry's Kids,
Average White Band,
Minny Pops,
Al Stewart,
Malaria!,
Fela Kuti,
Von Mondo,
The Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yellowson,
Agitation Free,
The Red Krayola,
Danielle Patucci,
OOIOO,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.