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 Colombia and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Negative Approach to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
The Count Five,
Franke,
The Dirtbombs,
In Retrospect,
Outsiders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Desert Stars,
The Searchers,
Roxy Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glenn Branca,
The Smiths,
B.T. Express,
Freddie Wadling,
Easy Going,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick May,
MDC,
Tim Buckley,
Max Romeo,
Eurythmics,
KRS-One,
Mantronix,
Grauzone,
The Zeros,
Marc Almond,
David Axelrod,
Parry Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Reuben Wilson,
Flash Fearless,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gories,
Suicide,
The Last Poets,
8 Eyed Spy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Todd Terry,
New Age Steppers,
Aswad,
The Gap Band,
The Star Department,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tom Boy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Sheep,
Hardrive,
Jawbox,
John Lydon,
Pagans,
Newcleus,
Barrington Levy,
Negative Approach,
Henry Cow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.