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 Barbados and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Deepchord to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Rufus Thomas,
Archie Shepp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Order,
Scion,
Vainqueur,
Scrapy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed,
Quadrant,
Ronan,
The Gap Band,
The United States of America,
The Black Dice,
Pere Ubu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Index,
These Immortal Souls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alton Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hashim,
The Offenders,
Dave Gahan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wings,
Moebius,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythm & Sound,
R.M.O.,
the Bar-Kays,
Ornette Coleman,
Mad Mike,
Patti Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Tres Demented,
Amazonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Heaven 17,
Outsiders,
Alice Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Evens,
Stiv Bators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Lydon,
Sällskapet,
Jacob Miller,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rekid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deadbeat,
The American Breed,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.