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 Malawi and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Panda Bear to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crime,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reagan Youth,
Make Up,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blackbyrds,
Fear,
Malaria!,
Joe Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zapp,
Gichy Dan,
Scrapy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Procol Harum,
Groovy Waters,
The Offenders,
Desert Stars,
T. Rex,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Association,
Nas,
Eurythmics,
The Knickerbockers,
World's Most,
Deadbeat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Janne Schatter,
The Smiths,
Cluster,
Gabor Szabo,
Max Romeo,
Flipper,
Heaven 17,
Joy Division,
Lebanon Hanover,
June Days,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Five Americans,
Bauhaus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mandrill,
Moss Icon,
Fugazi,
Gang Green,
H. Thieme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alton Ellis,
Adolescents,
The Dead C,
Ituana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Motions,
Buzzcocks,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.