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 Maldives and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Soft Machine to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Royal Trux,
Steve Hackett,
Minnie Riperton,
Ponytail,
The Star Department,
Pole,
Bad Manners,
Accadde A,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Black Dice,
One Last Wish,
Urselle,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dead Boys,
Cybotron,
Crooked Eye,
The Fall,
Darondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lungfish,
Stiv Bators,
Joey Negro,
Los Fastidios,
Crime,
Motorama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Invisible,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Erykah Badu,
Eden Ahbez,
Tom Boy,
Visage,
Jawbox,
The Evens,
Interpol,
The Residents,
Ohio Players,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Happenings,
Ituana,
Supertramp,
Connie Case,
Yaz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Model 500,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drexciya,
Intrusion,
Easy Going,
The Gories,
the Slits,
Popol Vuh,
Depeche Mode,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Surgeon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.