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 Japan and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
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 mellotron 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 T.S.O.L. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
The Cure,
Rod Modell,
Swell Maps,
Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Black Sheep,
Stereo Dub,
Spandau Ballet,
The Durutti Column,
Minnie Riperton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Smiths,
Black Bananas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zapp,
Matthew Halsall,
One Last Wish,
Cameo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vladislav Delay,
DJ Sneak,
Schoolly D,
Godley & Creme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
Joyce Sims,
Vainqueur,
EPMD,
Sugar Minott,
Blake Baxter,
The Doors,
Rufus Thomas,
Motorama,
Lou Christie,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barrington Levy,
Negative Approach,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Near,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The J.B.'s,
Metal Thangz,
Piero Umiliani,
Jandek,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Standells,
Joe Smooth,
The Misunderstood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Lynne,
Young Marble Giants,
KRS-One,
Bobby Byrd,
Idris Muhammad,
The Evens,
Basic Channel,
Iggy Pop,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.