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 Tunisia and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Bill Wells to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Joy Division,
Sound Behaviour,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ronnie Foster,
Aaron Thompson,
Outsiders,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hashim,
Scrapy,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Almond,
R.M.O.,
the Swans,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Rundgren,
Arthur Verocai,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Das Ding,
Guru Guru,
Pantaleimon,
The Wake,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dark Day,
Leonard Cohen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barbara Tucker,
The Count Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blues Magoos,
Pussy Galore,
The Gories,
Morten Harket,
The Litter,
MDC,
Shuggie Otis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jawbox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
ABBA,
The Walker Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cowsills,
8 Eyed Spy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Vogues,
La Düsseldorf,
Q and Not U,
Maurizio,
Second Layer,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Sherman,
Erykah Badu,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.