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 Kenya and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Minor Threat to the electroclash 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
John Lydon,
Livin' Joy,
New Age Steppers,
The Associates,
Buzzcocks,
Underground Resistance,
Grauzone,
Q65,
Unwound,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cowsills,
Davy DMX,
Anthony Braxton,
Yaz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eddi Front,
Massinfluence,
Danielle Patucci,
Barry Ungar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fire Engines,
Roxy Music,
The Buckinghams,
Bush Tetras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Panda Bear,
The Alarm Clocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Adolescents,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Make Up,
Kayak,
This Heat,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry's Kids,
Intrusion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Victims,
Yazoo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
R.M.O.,
Michelle Simonal,
Wire,
Brick,
Thee Headcoats,
F. McDonald,
Mantronix,
Magazine,
Pantaleimon,
Radiohead,
Loose Ends,
Surgeon,
Prince Buster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.