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 Philippines and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the grime 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Excepter,
The Walker Brothers,
The Wake,
the Swans,
Mo-Dettes,
The Velvet Underground,
Blancmange,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Section 25,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Babytalk,
Jerry's Kids,
Donald Byrd,
Gregory Isaacs,
Carl Craig,
AZ,
The Golliwogs,
Absolute Body Control,
Sandy B,
Dark Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Wells,
Wolf Eyes,
FM Einheit,
Easy Going,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quantec,
Sugar Minott,
Intrusion,
Brick,
The Cowsills,
Robert Wyatt,
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonic Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Jacques Brel,
Thee Headcoats,
Procol Harum,
Royal Trux,
The Barracudas,
Jawbox,
The J.B.'s,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Leonard Cohen,
Lyres,
The Leaves,
Magma,
Sexual Harrassment,
8 Eyed Spy,
June of 44,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Heaven 17,
Mantronix,
Adolescents,
Joy Division,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Enemy,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Starr,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.