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 Mozambique and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Bananas to the jazz 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Qualms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erasure,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
Sam Rivers,
Cheater Slicks,
The Searchers,
Ronnie Foster,
LL Cool J,
Television,
Dark Day,
Rites of Spring,
Todd Rundgren,
MC5,
Anthony Braxton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agitation Free,
The Index,
The American Breed,
Mark Hollis,
Archie Shepp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
New Order,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Schoolly D,
Country Joe & The Fish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swans,
Bobby Byrd,
The New Christs,
Lungfish,
Throbbing Gristle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pop Group,
John Coltrane,
Alton Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sixth Finger,
The Red Krayola,
Drexciya,
Warren Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
Deepchord,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sparks,
Barrington Levy,
Franke,
ABBA,
Tubeway Army,
The Cure,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.