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 Botswana and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Metal Thangz to the grunge 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Spoonie Gee,
Moby Grape,
The Invisible,
UT,
Joe Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed,
Interpol,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terry Callier,
Roxy Music,
Excepter,
Magma,
Sound Behaviour,
Drexciya,
Glenn Branca,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lightning Bolt,
The Music Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Audionom,
Todd Rundgren,
Joy Division,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Althea and Donna,
Goldenarms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ponytail,
One Last Wish,
Y Pants,
These Immortal Souls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Sheep,
Eurythmics,
Schoolly D,
Lungfish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Birthday Party,
Susan Cadogan,
The Red Krayola,
Marc Almond,
Theoretical Girls,
The Victims,
Pussy Galore,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wasted Youth,
The Residents,
Max Romeo,
The Offenders,
Suicide,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dennis Brown,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.