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 Somalia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Fear to the dance 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marvin Gaye,
Erykah Badu,
Q65,
Gabor Szabo,
The Grass Roots,
Bush Tetras,
The Moleskins,
Guru Guru,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DNA,
Eli Mardock,
The Cowsills,
Dual Sessions,
cv313,
Siglo XX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Can,
Howard Jones,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lindisfarne,
Easy Going,
Von Mondo,
Massinfluence,
Boogie Down Productions,
PIL,
Josef K,
The Fall,
Danielle Patucci,
The Walker Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Nas,
Interpol,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronnie Foster,
Loose Ends,
The Dave Clark Five,
Matthew Halsall,
The Knickerbockers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
The Zeros,
Cheater Slicks,
Sugar Minott,
One Last Wish,
Cybotron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
Ohio Players,
Index,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.