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 Burkina and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Black Pus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
The Grass Roots,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun City Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Surgeon,
Peter & Gordon,
Neu!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Last Poets,
Section 25,
Josef K,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wasted Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gun Club,
Funkadelic,
Wire,
Hasil Adkins,
David Axelrod,
B.T. Express,
Au Pairs,
Blancmange,
Lungfish,
Agitation Free,
Danielle Patucci,
Joey Negro,
Quantec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Human League,
Moss Icon,
Faust,
Amazonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DJ Style,
The Fugs,
Rites of Spring,
Hardrive,
Mantronix,
Agent Orange,
Pole,
Bobby Byrd,
Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
Harmonia,
Ultra Naté,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alice Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yaz,
The Birthday Party,
Radiohead,
Max Romeo,
a-ha,
The Misunderstood,
Sugar Minott,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reagan Youth,
cv313,
Eden Ahbez,
Sarah Menescal,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.