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 Sri Lanka and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 Suburban Knight to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
One Last Wish,
Fugazi,
New York Dolls,
Altered Images,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Byrd,
Index,
Black Bananas,
Radio Birdman,
Skriet,
Marc Almond,
Mission of Burma,
Deadbeat,
H. Thieme,
David McCallum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ten City,
Ituana,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amazonics,
MC5,
Dark Day,
Sly & The Family Stone,
KRS-One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
Spandau Ballet,
The Skatalites,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Last Poets,
The Red Krayola,
Fat Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tubeway Army,
Ronan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young,
The Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Christie,
John Holt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Shuggie Otis,
Audionom,
Infiniti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lyres,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Index,
Roy Ayers,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Divine Comedy,
ABBA,
The Fugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeff Mills,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.