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 Guinea and from Paris.
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 Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Joe Smooth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Agitation Free,
The Fugs,
Barry Ungar,
Davy DMX,
The Red Krayola,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalann,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blossom Toes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Searchers,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Byrd,
John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neu!,
DJ Style,
Sexual Harrassment,
These Immortal Souls,
Eli Mardock,
Rapeman,
Deadbeat,
June of 44,
The Walker Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
The Misunderstood,
Arthur Verocai,
EPMD,
Excepter,
Michelle Simonal,
Tom Boy,
Unwound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
Archie Shepp,
Zapp,
Joe Finger,
Audionom,
Organ,
The Human League,
Massinfluence,
The Saints,
Amazonics,
Mad Mike,
The Gun Club,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Raincoats,
Josef K,
Stereo Dub,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.