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 Palau and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crime to the electroclash 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Wolf Eyes,
The Red Krayola,
Blake Baxter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Supertramp,
The Divine Comedy,
DNA,
Guru Guru,
Hasil Adkins,
The Modern Lovers,
The Kinks,
Bang On A Can,
The Cowsills,
Blancmange,
Mission of Burma,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacob Miller,
Barclay James Harvest,
The J.B.'s,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echospace,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sound,
Graham Central Station,
The Martian,
Television,
Urselle,
The Tremeloes,
Henry Cow,
Porter Ricks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Judy Mowatt,
Barry Ungar,
FM Einheit,
ABBA,
JFA,
Metal Thangz,
Essential Logic,
Motorama,
Swans,
Crash Course in Science,
Harry Pussy,
Vainqueur,
Ultra Naté,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
In Retrospect,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doors,
Panda Bear,
Josef K,
Amon Düül,
Erasure,
Amazonics,
The Victims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hashim,
The Pop Group,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.