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 Kosovo and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Bill Wells to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Grey Daturas,
Cal Tjader,
John Foxx,
10cc,
The Modern Lovers,
The Searchers,
Hashim,
Absolute Body Control,
Terry Callier,
Japan,
Thompson Twins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gladiators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moebius,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rekid,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eli Mardock,
Ohio Players,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sex Pistols,
New Order,
Qualms,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Moon,
Shoche,
Mark Hollis,
Dawn Penn,
Marmalade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Wake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
U.S. Maple,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerri Chandler,
MC5,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick Morgan,
Dual Sessions,
Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
Drexciya,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
B.T. Express,
Minny Pops,
Black Pus,
Yazoo,
Das Ding,
X-101,
Agitation Free,
The Neon Judgement,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blackbyrds,
Trumans Water,
Tres Demented,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.