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 Montenegro and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Swans 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blossom Toes,
Q and Not U,
Rhythm & Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
Spoonie Gee,
Joy Division,
Kool Moe Dee,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dorothy Ashby,
T. Rex,
PIL,
Brothers Johnson,
June of 44,
This Heat,
Crime,
Scientists,
Cluster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wings,
New Order,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scrapy,
The Victims,
X-Ray Spex,
Agitation Free,
Piero Umiliani,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ice-T,
Swans,
Zapp,
Fugazi,
Pierre Henry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Audionom,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
cv313,
Davy DMX,
Dual Sessions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Age Steppers,
Harry Pussy,
Joensuu 1685,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Supertramp,
Lindisfarne,
Peter & Gordon,
Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
Jerry's Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Mills,
The Beau Brummels,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.