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 Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gang Gang Dance to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Blues Magoos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sällskapet,
Pole,
Jawbox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
Judy Mowatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slick Rick,
Barrington Levy,
Au Pairs,
Brand Nubian,
Donny Hathaway,
Kayak,
Charles Mingus,
The Remains,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scion,
Barry Ungar,
Radio Birdman,
Prince Buster,
Bill Wells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bad Manners,
H. Thieme,
Mo-Dettes,
L. Decosne,
Joe Finger,
Shoche,
X-102,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Josef K,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Howard Jones,
Glenn Branca,
Sixth Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
E-Dancer,
ABC,
FM Einheit,
Peter and Kerry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Index,
Monks,
OOIOO,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dirtbombs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Davy DMX,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spandau Ballet,
John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television Personalities,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.