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 Eritrea and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Black Moon to the crunk 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Maurizio,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra,
Lungfish,
The Trojans,
John Coltrane,
Josef K,
LL Cool J,
Pussy Galore,
Barbara Tucker,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oblivians,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Halsall,
Scan 7,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Real Kids,
Grey Daturas,
Bad Manners,
Junior Murvin,
Liliput,
Lakeside,
the Association,
Byron Stingily,
John Holt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lindisfarne,
The Residents,
Theoretical Girls,
June of 44,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
Echospace,
Model 500,
Television,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quadrant,
Sarah Menescal,
The Motions,
The Black Dice,
Little Man,
DJ Sneak,
Amazonics,
Cybotron,
Kurtis Blow,
Morten Harket,
Brothers Johnson,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
The Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Index,
Cheater Slicks,
Flash Fearless,
The Angels of Light,
Charles Mingus,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.