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 Mauritania and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Visage 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Radio Birdman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dirtbombs,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moleskins,
Basic Channel,
Robert Görl,
Agitation Free,
Harry Pussy,
Loose Ends,
D'Angelo,
Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
Joey Negro,
Hashim,
Moby Grape,
Blake Baxter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now,
Oblivians,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Raincoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Pus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sonics,
Chrome,
Boredoms,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
the Slits,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Walker Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pylon,
Bobby Womack,
The Gories,
Brass Construction,
Suburban Knight,
Rapeman,
Intrusion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yaz,
Roxette,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tubeway Army,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.