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 Ukraine and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Amon Düül II to the grunge 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Malaria!,
Bobby Sherman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scrapy,
The Trojans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minny Pops,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lower 48,
Sun City Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Alison Limerick,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Clarke,
The Toasters,
Tubeway Army,
Severed Heads,
Nirvana,
Maurizio,
Suburban Knight,
Wasted Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Saccharine Trust,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantytec,
Sex Pistols,
Stetsasonic,
Oblivians,
Blossom Toes,
The Young Rascals,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Pus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Babytalk,
Fela Kuti,
Joy Division,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Swell Maps,
Hot Snakes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fear,
Aloha Tigers,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sonics,
Rod Modell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Isaac Hayes,
Suicide,
Adolescents,
John Cale,
The Barracudas,
Visage,
The Stooges,
The Doors,
Half Japanese,
Quadrant,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.