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 Serbia and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Harpers Bizarre to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Grauzone,
Fad Gadget,
Boogie Down Productions,
Qualms,
Supertramp,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
U.S. Maple,
Interpol,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Half Japanese,
Aural Exciters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
EPMD,
Danielle Patucci,
Sam Rivers,
Dennis Brown,
The Moleskins,
Boz Scaggs,
Nirvana,
Aswad,
Nico,
The Angels of Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Second Layer,
Susan Cadogan,
Eurythmics,
Blossom Toes,
The Doors,
MDC,
Maurizio,
Easy Going,
Sällskapet,
the Association,
Pole,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Finger,
Quantec,
Sun Ra,
Pere Ubu,
Guru Guru,
Radiohead,
Inner City,
John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
The J.B.'s,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harry Pussy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gong,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
This Heat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Au Pairs,
Popol Vuh,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Womack,
Eli Mardock,
Sonic Youth,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.