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 Italy and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Slits to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Warsaw,
Simply Red,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kayak,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
a-ha,
Unwound,
Cecil Taylor,
Malaria!,
Marmalade,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ossler,
Eddi Front,
Marc Almond,
Absolute Body Control,
Moebius,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mr. Review,
B.T. Express,
Brand Nubian,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
Monolake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cure,
Warren Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slits,
cv313,
Bill Wells,
Thee Headcoats,
Young Marble Giants,
China Crisis,
Ponytail,
Ituana,
Hashim,
Amon Düül II,
Groovy Waters,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Byrd,
Yazoo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nas,
Reagan Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Intrusion,
Masters at Work,
Cheater Slicks,
Sister Nancy,
Sun City Girls,
Colin Newman,
Spandau Ballet,
The Happenings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.