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 Greece and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Saccharine Trust to the grunge 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Scan 7,
Junior Murvin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pussy Galore,
PIL,
Parry Music,
Underground Resistance,
DJ Style,
Interpol,
Robert Hood,
Ludus,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Near,
Agitation Free,
Kayak,
The Kinks,
Siglo XX,
Severed Heads,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maurizio,
Pantaleimon,
Lyres,
Hasil Adkins,
Bronski Beat,
The Fuzztones,
Au Pairs,
CMW,
Niagra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Q and Not U,
Second Layer,
Nico,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonic Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camberwell Now,
Minor Threat,
Gong,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Monolake,
Radio Birdman,
Urselle,
Deakin,
Grey Daturas,
Black Flag,
John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Ten City,
Reuben Wilson,
Tubeway Army,
World's Most,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultra Naté,
Harpers Bizarre,
Theoretical Girls,
Wings,
The Golliwogs,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.