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 Guyana and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Dark Day to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
The Offenders,
Organ,
Hoover,
Yellowson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Görl,
Excepter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Almond,
Joe Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
Camberwell Now,
Minnie Riperton,
Tommy Roe,
Tim Buckley,
Blancmange,
Godley & Creme,
Bush Tetras,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris & Cosey,
Niagra,
The Sound,
Skaos,
Von Mondo,
Harmonia,
Carl Craig,
Henry Cow,
F. McDonald,
The Modern Lovers,
the Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
Marvin Gaye,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Make Up,
Ronnie Foster,
Technova,
Radiohead,
The Five Americans,
cv313,
Zero Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Martian,
Pierre Henry,
Arcadia,
The Doobie Brothers,
World's Most,
10cc,
Can,
Cheater Slicks,
The Litter,
Outsiders,
Smog,
Lalann,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Pop Group,
Babytalk,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.