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 Zambia 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 The Black Dice to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
K-Klass,
Cymande,
Quando Quango,
Gang of Four,
Fad Gadget,
June Days,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stereo Dub,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Whodini,
Wire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tubeway Army,
Malaria!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nils Olav,
The Residents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pylon,
the Sonics,
John Cale,
Schoolly D,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Audionom,
The Seeds,
Chrome,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Raincoats,
Gang Green,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dennis Brown,
LL Cool J,
Lindisfarne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pet Shop Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-101,
The Last Poets,
The Busters,
Shoche,
Amon Düül,
Bush Tetras,
Charles Mingus,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlback,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
Monolake,
Scientists,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gladiators,
Pere Ubu,
Harmonia,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marvin Gaye,
Qualms,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.