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 Nicaragua and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 The Fuzztones 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed,
KRS-One,
The Residents,
Blancmange,
The Smoke,
Scrapy,
Kenny Larkin,
Bluetip,
Reuben Wilson,
Donny Hathaway,
Patti Smith,
PIL,
the Human League,
DNA,
Adolescents,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cowsills,
Yusef Lateef,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radiohead,
Radio Birdman,
Barry Ungar,
Malaria!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Siglo XX,
Traffic Nightmare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Prince Buster,
Quantec,
Massinfluence,
Roy Ayers,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Lynne,
Shuggie Otis,
John Lydon,
Camberwell Now,
Soul Sonic Force,
The United States of America,
Camouflage,
The Monochrome Set,
the Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Searchers,
Make Up,
Lou Christie,
Sonic Youth,
Talk Talk,
Pylon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Holt,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gun Club,
Young Marble Giants,
Joyce Sims,
Model 500,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.