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 Japan and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Invisible to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Slick Rick,
Juan Atkins,
Don Cherry,
Alice Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
Visage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter and Kerry,
The United States of America,
Alphaville,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Parry Music,
Marmalade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Icehouse,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Finger,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Underground Resistance,
The Motions,
Duran Duran,
Joensuu 1685,
Mo-Dettes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Trojans,
The Litter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
MC5,
The Standells,
Massinfluence,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wolf Eyes,
Hasil Adkins,
The Moody Blues,
Bad Manners,
Thompson Twins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blossom Toes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cowsills,
Todd Rundgren,
Junior Murvin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barry Ungar,
Vladislav Delay,
Bush Tetras,
F. McDonald,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blake Baxter,
Brothers Johnson,
Ituana,
the Normal,
The Electric Prunes,
Skaos,
Mandrill,
Chrome,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.