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 Kyrgyzstan and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Camberwell Now to the techno 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Gang Green,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Glenn Branca,
La Düsseldorf,
Magazine,
The Smoke,
Althea and Donna,
Fad Gadget,
Accadde A,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Agitation Free,
Eric Dolphy,
The Index,
Essential Logic,
Adolescents,
Tropical Tobacco,
Warsaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jerry's Kids,
48th St. Collective,
Cluster,
Half Japanese,
Lungfish,
The Cramps,
Max Romeo,
Bluetip,
Con Funk Shun,
Aaron Thompson,
Malaria!,
Pere Ubu,
Radiohead,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lightning Bolt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Rundgren,
EPMD,
Black Sheep,
Deadbeat,
Dead Boys,
Black Pus,
Thompson Twins,
K-Klass,
Massinfluence,
The Standells,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Slits,
Roxette,
Skaos,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sparks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
In Retrospect,
The Knickerbockers,
Rhythm & Sound,
David McCallum,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Wells,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.