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 New Zealand 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Mark Hollis to the funk 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Loose Ends,
Todd Rundgren,
The Litter,
Lungfish,
Dark Day,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker,
Sound Behaviour,
Nik Kershaw,
The Knickerbockers,
Aswad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Absolute Body Control,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Almond,
Cal Tjader,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eli Mardock,
Derrick May,
D'Angelo,
The Monks,
New Age Steppers,
Massinfluence,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Warren Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kaleidoscope,
Schoolly D,
Skriet,
Reuben Wilson,
The Birthday Party,
Echospace,
John Lydon,
Eddi Front,
Grey Daturas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Groovy Waters,
Moby Grape,
Royal Trux,
Grauzone,
MC5,
Magma,
The Last Poets,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dead Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Byron Stingily,
Hasil Adkins,
Danielle Patucci,
The Martian,
Fluxion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Circle Jerks,
Country Teasers,
The Index,
Von Mondo,
Wally Richardson,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.