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 Mexico and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Quando Quango to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Saccharine Trust,
Jandek,
Amon Düül,
Mr. Review,
Section 25,
The Litter,
Lucky Dragons,
CMW,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tim Buckley,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quadrant,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aloha Tigers,
Morten Harket,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fad Gadget,
X-102,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Barracudas,
Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
Faust,
Buzzcocks,
Rapeman,
AZ,
The Fuzztones,
One Last Wish,
Technova,
Aaron Thompson,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Terry,
a-ha,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jawbox,
Newcleus,
Alice Coltrane,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Starr,
Vainqueur,
Schoolly D,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Flag,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Hood,
T.S.O.L.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Das Ding,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
Peter and Kerry,
Marmalade,
The Smiths,
Archie Shepp,
Derrick May,
Lyres,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.