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 El Salvador and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 J.B.'s to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
These Immortal Souls,
Bauhaus,
Steve Hackett,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pierre Henry,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Pop Group,
T.S.O.L.,
the Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
Severed Heads,
Idris Muhammad,
The Grass Roots,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Excepter,
The Gun Club,
Cybotron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Monochrome Set,
The Monks,
Mark Hollis,
Slave,
The Wake,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Bourne,
Saccharine Trust,
The Slackers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Outsiders,
Neil Young,
Newcleus,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Fraelich,
Heaven 17,
Porter Ricks,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Teasers,
Lou Christie,
Anakelly,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
UT,
Michelle Simonal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Audionom,
Chris Corsano,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nico,
Smog,
Jeff Mills,
Ronan,
Ohio Players,
ABC,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tommy Roe,
Sonic Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Brick,
Kaleidoscope,
Graham Central Station,
Ludus,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.