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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fear 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rufus Thomas,
UT,
The Birthday Party,
Swans,
ABBA,
the Slits,
June Days,
Rites of Spring,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
U.S. Maple,
Scratch Acid,
The Knickerbockers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Surgeon,
Ultravox,
Desert Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young,
The Misunderstood,
Hardrive,
Scion,
the Swans,
The Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
Slave,
Kerri Chandler,
the Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scrapy,
Ronan,
Dead Boys,
Tommy Roe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suicide,
Leonard Cohen,
Deadbeat,
48th St. Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
Chrome,
Model 500,
Brass Construction,
Black Pus,
Albert Ayler,
Cecil Taylor,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ten City,
Blake Baxter,
John Lydon,
Magazine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Vogues,
Cameo,
Lindisfarne,
Graham Central Station,
Supertramp,
Grey Daturas,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.