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 Barbados and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Scratch Acid to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Marcia Griffiths,
Leonard Cohen,
K-Klass,
Surgeon,
10cc,
The Slackers,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Almond,
Morten Harket,
Sarah Menescal,
Aural Exciters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Names,
The Fortunes,
The Sound,
Black Sheep,
The Leaves,
Erasure,
OOIOO,
Pantaleimon,
Duran Duran,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chris & Cosey,
Ituana,
Bush Tetras,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hasil Adkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Trumans Water,
Soft Cell,
Bad Manners,
Japan,
Scott Walker,
Bob Dylan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
John Lydon,
Massinfluence,
Jandek,
PIL,
The Toasters,
DJ Style,
The Offenders,
Intrusion,
Dennis Brown,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Urselle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Trojans,
Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
Echospace,
The Cure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
JFA,
Deadbeat,
the Germs,
Todd Rundgren,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.