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 Tajikistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Red Krayola to the techno 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Roger Hodgson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Outsiders,
cv313,
the Swans,
Ohio Players,
Jeru the Damaja,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Black Dice,
The Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
Desert Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Mars,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fad Gadget,
ABC,
Eli Mardock,
Supertramp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Franke,
Ossler,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare,
The Fall,
Duran Duran,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter and Kerry,
Sandy B,
Buzzcocks,
Tears for Fears,
Yusef Lateef,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Wake,
ABBA,
Excepter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alton Ellis,
Danielle Patucci,
Surgeon,
Connie Case,
Make Up,
Hashim,
Cameo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Beau Brummels,
New Order,
Sun City Girls,
The Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
Joensuu 1685,
Angry Samoans,
the Soft Cell,
Fear,
The Fuzztones,
Basic Channel,
The Litter,
Tim Buckley,
Suburban Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.