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 Niger and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Qualms to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Cluster,
Tom Boy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Henry Cow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MC5,
Little Man,
Shoche,
Fugazi,
Moss Icon,
the Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter & Gordon,
Funkadelic,
Al Stewart,
Laurel Aitken,
June of 44,
Trumans Water,
Agitation Free,
Franke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pantaleimon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Maurizio,
Junior Murvin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gories,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reagan Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker,
The Stooges,
The Sound,
Anakelly,
Guru Guru,
Gichy Dan,
Brothers Johnson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dead C,
Easy Going,
Sixth Finger,
The Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang On A Can,
David McCallum,
Au Pairs,
Sällskapet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.