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 Macedonia and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Pagans,
Amon Düül II,
Marvin Gaye,
Magma,
cv313,
F. McDonald,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cure,
The Neon Judgement,
Mad Mike,
Byron Stingily,
The Raincoats,
Tears for Fears,
Fat Boys,
Wire,
The Blues Magoos,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Model 500,
Moss Icon,
Gichy Dan,
Brick,
Visage,
Hoover,
Panda Bear,
the Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joy Division,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultravox,
The Monochrome Set,
Grauzone,
Parry Music,
Buzzcocks,
Roxette,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
L. Decosne,
Mo-Dettes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
UT,
Livin' Joy,
Peter & Gordon,
Pole,
The Victims,
These Immortal Souls,
The Toasters,
Public Enemy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare,
Cybotron,
Blake Baxter,
Anthony Braxton,
Mr. Review,
Quando Quango,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Negative Approach,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.