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 Ukraine and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Walker Brothers to the punk 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vainqueur,
Duran Duran,
June Days,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Green,
Fat Boys,
Al Stewart,
World's Most,
Lungfish,
Wolf Eyes,
The Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Dolphy,
Essential Logic,
The Cure,
The Fugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
Panda Bear,
Wire,
EPMD,
T. Rex,
Ultra Naté,
The Offenders,
Siglo XX,
PIL,
Deepchord,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slackers,
H. Thieme,
Television Personalities,
The Fortunes,
the Slits,
Underground Resistance,
Babytalk,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Los Fastidios,
X-Ray Spex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Davy DMX,
Josef K,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
Hasil Adkins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gerry Rafferty,
10cc,
The Stooges,
Silicon Teens,
Parry Music,
Young Marble Giants,
the Association,
Sonny Sharrock,
Excepter,
Dead Boys,
John Lydon,
The Wake,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.