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 Rwanda and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Urselle to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
James White and The Blacks,
Symarip,
Ossler,
Deepchord,
Amon Düül II,
Lebanon Hanover,
10cc,
Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jawbox,
The Fortunes,
Bauhaus,
Maurizio,
Ludus,
Aaron Thompson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minny Pops,
Wolf Eyes,
Malaria!,
Curtis Mayfield,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deadbeat,
Hot Snakes,
The Durutti Column,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flamin' Groovies,
48th St. Collective,
Lyres,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skriet,
China Crisis,
New York Dolls,
Max Romeo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Second Layer,
The Seeds,
Bad Manners,
Eric B and Rakim,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Sonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mad Mike,
Country Teasers,
David McCallum,
Arcadia,
Byron Stingily,
Make Up,
New Order,
JFA,
Basic Channel,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agitation Free,
The Neon Judgement,
Carl Craig,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.