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 Azerbaijan and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Clear Light to the rock 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Depeche Mode,
Au Pairs,
Intrusion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bronski Beat,
Television Personalities,
Crispy Ambulance,
KRS-One,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wolf Eyes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pole,
Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scion,
Carl Craig,
Trumans Water,
Arab on Radar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
48th St. Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Visage,
Lakeside,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxette,
Vainqueur,
Don Cherry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dennis Brown,
the Bar-Kays,
Basic Channel,
Country Teasers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
OOIOO,
Jerry's Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
Sixth Finger,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cecil Taylor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Make Up,
The Victims,
EPMD,
a-ha,
Brand Nubian,
Pylon,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Litter,
The Durutti Column,
Howard Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wally Richardson,
Lee Hazlewood,
AZ,
Dual Sessions,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.