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 Greece and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 The Birthday Party to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
The Grass Roots,
Malaria!,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moleskins,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wasted Youth,
Vainqueur,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Busters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scientists,
Kenny Larkin,
Fugazi,
Robert Hood,
One Last Wish,
The Mojo Men,
Connie Case,
Liliput,
Tears for Fears,
Procol Harum,
The Litter,
Monks,
kango's stein massive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hardrive,
Wings,
The Blues Magoos,
Sparks,
Byron Stingily,
The Divine Comedy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drexciya,
The Neon Judgement,
Ten City,
Anthony Braxton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
H. Thieme,
Ronan,
Blake Baxter,
Babytalk,
Jandek,
Moebius,
Bob Dylan,
Eve St. Jones,
Metal Thangz,
the Sonics,
Soft Machine,
Masters at Work,
Ludus,
Infiniti,
Pussy Galore,
B.T. Express,
Dave Gahan,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Foxx,
Rekid,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.