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 Estonia and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the crunk 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The Count Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Sällskapet,
Roger Hodgson,
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faraquet,
Arab on Radar,
Surgeon,
Cluster,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed,
The Evens,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
Grauzone,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker,
Suicide,
Pylon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Altered Images,
Maurizio,
Japan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare,
The Zeros,
Dennis Brown,
The Martian,
Scientists,
X-102,
X-Ray Spex,
Terry Callier,
Gong,
Scratch Acid,
Underground Resistance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispy Ambulance,
H. Thieme,
Radio Birdman,
Banda Bassotti,
Sixth Finger,
Tears for Fears,
Ituana,
Pagans,
Magazine,
Chris & Cosey,
Jawbox,
E-Dancer,
Harry Pussy,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Christie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lucky Dragons,
Dual Sessions,
FM Einheit,
LL Cool J,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.