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 Liberia and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Little Man to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brass Construction,
Outsiders,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
JFA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skarface,
Newcleus,
Godley & Creme,
Alison Limerick,
The Sonics,
Duran Duran,
This Heat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Intrusion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cheater Slicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cameo,
Howard Jones,
48th St. Collective,
Chris Corsano,
Jacques Brel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Von Mondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fortunes,
Archie Shepp,
Michelle Simonal,
Stiv Bators,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Inner City,
The Martian,
H. Thieme,
Trumans Water,
Don Cherry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scratch Acid,
Scrapy,
Minny Pops,
Sparks,
Bush Tetras,
Carl Craig,
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hardrive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fire Engines,
In Retrospect,
June Days,
Agent Orange,
Lyres,
The Stooges,
Nas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Procol Harum,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.