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 Papua New Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Flipper to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Harry Pussy,
Tears for Fears,
Franke,
Animal Collective,
Masters at Work,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
New York Dolls,
Banda Bassotti,
Camouflage,
Monolake,
Ultimate Spinach,
Smog,
The Cowsills,
Average White Band,
Public Enemy,
Thee Headcoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris & Cosey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
U.S. Maple,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Womack,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Japan,
The Grass Roots,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Danielle Patucci,
Glambeats Corp.,
Youth Brigade,
The Kinks,
Half Japanese,
Angry Samoans,
Radio Birdman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed,
Fear,
Sam Rivers,
Peter & Gordon,
Mr. Review,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siglo XX,
Quantec,
Faust,
OOIOO,
Cameo,
The Associates,
Steve Hackett,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.