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 Malawi and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Q and Not U to the punk 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warren Ellis,
X-101,
Glenn Branca,
Lee Hazlewood,
Morten Harket,
Hardrive,
Mandrill,
Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Babytalk,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Beau Brummels,
Hoover,
Arab on Radar,
Reagan Youth,
The Five Americans,
Eve St. Jones,
Dawn Penn,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Smog,
Magazine,
Rufus Thomas,
The Walker Brothers,
Mars,
the Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
Wire,
Al Stewart,
Kerri Chandler,
China Crisis,
The Names,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bauhaus,
Kaleidoscope,
Deakin,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül,
Scratch Acid,
Soul II Soul,
Kayak,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Althea and Donna,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oblivians,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fela Kuti,
John Foxx,
The Sonics,
Skaos,
The Cramps,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.