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 Congo and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stereo Dub,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roger Hodgson,
Fad Gadget,
Ken Boothe,
Reagan Youth,
Interpol,
Organ,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fall,
Todd Terry,
Erykah Badu,
Ice-T,
Eric Dolphy,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-101,
Tubeway Army,
The Moody Blues,
The Smiths,
Minny Pops,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Maurizio,
Los Fastidios,
Drexciya,
Fela Kuti,
Aswad,
Eurythmics,
48th St. Collective,
Franke,
Severed Heads,
Bang On A Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Finger,
Icehouse,
Letta Mbulu,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mark Hollis,
The Human League,
Zero Boys,
Sällskapet,
The Names,
Alton Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Y Pants,
Jacques Brel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.