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 Taiwan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe 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 B.T. Express to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
The Seeds,
Talk Talk,
The Names,
Sight & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Marine Girls,
John Foxx,
Peter and Kerry,
Animal Collective,
Suicide,
Absolute Body Control,
Royal Trux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sällskapet,
Oblivians,
The Cure,
L. Decosne,
Technova,
Ultimate Spinach,
Juan Atkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tim Buckley,
MDC,
Max Romeo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lucky Dragons,
Ronnie Foster,
Motorama,
The Five Americans,
Swell Maps,
Minor Threat,
Maurizio,
Bobby Byrd,
Soft Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacob Miller,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Almond,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Starr,
Alison Limerick,
Neil Young,
Eric Copeland,
Suburban Knight,
Mantronix,
Michelle Simonal,
Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mo-Dettes,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun City Girls,
F. McDonald,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Happenings,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Last Poets,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Audionom,
Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.