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 Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Silicon Teens to the rock 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Dave Gahan,
Zero Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grey Daturas,
The Happenings,
Gang Starr,
The Five Americans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Glambeats Corp.,
Janne Schatter,
Porter Ricks,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Residents,
The Names,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Victims,
Qualms,
The Human League,
The Barracudas,
Minutemen,
Arcadia,
Jeff Mills,
Man Parrish,
Trumans Water,
Aaron Thompson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Absolute Body Control,
Sällskapet,
the Germs,
Fat Boys,
Ronan,
Oblivians,
Morten Harket,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kayak,
Peter and Kerry,
Masters at Work,
Sonic Youth,
ABC,
Sam Rivers,
Nas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Clarke,
Desert Stars,
Slave,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
F. McDonald,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Womack,
Brand Nubian,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Green,
The Modern Lovers,
Graham Central Station,
Alison Limerick,
The Golliwogs,
Darondo,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.