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 Monaco and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Modern Lovers to the punk 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Clear Light,
Minnie Riperton,
Althea and Donna,
Flamin' Groovies,
Organ,
Yaz,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Motions,
E-Dancer,
The Vogues,
10cc,
The Victims,
The Real Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
Anakelly,
Maurizio,
Yusef Lateef,
Brand Nubian,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
U.S. Maple,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
Skriet,
Davy DMX,
The Zeros,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Prince Buster,
Black Pus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fuzztones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Slick Rick,
John Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
Metal Thangz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Television,
The Human League,
Josef K,
The Misunderstood,
Ice-T,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Electric Prunes,
Rufus Thomas,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Almond,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cecil Taylor,
Whodini,
Neil Young,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.