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 Cyprus and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hashim,
The Barracudas,
John Lydon,
kango's stein massive,
Television,
Agitation Free,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yellowson,
Symarip,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalann,
Rotary Connection,
Motorama,
The Dead C,
Scan 7,
Kayak,
Arab on Radar,
Slave,
Michelle Simonal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Circle Jerks,
Bauhaus,
Altered Images,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monks,
Masters at Work,
Bad Manners,
The Pop Group,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Toasters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Skatalites,
MDC,
Arthur Verocai,
The Slits,
Tim Buckley,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Laurel Aitken,
Kurtis Blow,
The Motions,
Dennis Brown,
The Dirtbombs,
The Stooges,
Quando Quango,
Janne Schatter,
Lucky Dragons,
The American Breed,
Thee Headcoats,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tres Demented,
The Last Poets,
Hoover,
Heaven 17,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.