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 Nicaragua and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 The Skatalites to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slave,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mr. Review,
Donald Byrd,
Nils Olav,
Kenny Larkin,
Visage,
EPMD,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantytec,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dark Day,
The New Christs,
Graham Central Station,
Yazoo,
Malaria!,
Public Enemy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Outsiders,
Los Fastidios,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
L. Decosne,
The Fall,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Womack,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aural Exciters,
Delta 5,
Nation of Ulysses,
Subhumans,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Normal,
Y Pants,
Deakin,
Zero Boys,
Nas,
Con Funk Shun,
David McCallum,
Kool Moe Dee,
R.M.O.,
Roxette,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grey Daturas,
Fugazi,
Chrome,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Terry,
DJ Sneak,
The Fortunes,
Guru Guru,
Glenn Branca,
Kayak,
MDC,
The Zeros,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Görl,
The Gories,
Magma,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.