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 Sierra Leone and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Intrusion to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nas,
Pole,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
PIL,
the Swans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anakelly,
Agent Orange,
The Angels of Light,
Isaac Hayes,
Unrelated Segments,
These Immortal Souls,
Trumans Water,
Mars,
Excepter,
Drive Like Jehu,
The United States of America,
One Last Wish,
Tommy Roe,
Moby Grape,
Reuben Wilson,
D'Angelo,
the Germs,
Blancmange,
Eve St. Jones,
Ituana,
Stetsasonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gichy Dan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Womack,
Circle Jerks,
Vainqueur,
Bauhaus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
FM Einheit,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Moleskins,
The Remains,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Near,
Supertramp,
Toni Rubio,
Talk Talk,
John Foxx,
X-102,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mission of Burma,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Mills,
Max Romeo,
The Velvet Underground,
8 Eyed Spy,
Howard Jones,
Audionom,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.