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 Madagascar and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Rosa Yemen to the grime 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Count Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Real Kids,
Babytalk,
Derrick Morgan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pussy Galore,
Crispian St. Peters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crash Course in Science,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Easy Going,
The Litter,
Main Source,
Jawbox,
Minor Threat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donald Byrd,
The Smoke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scientists,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New Age Steppers,
Joensuu 1685,
The Associates,
Supertramp,
Zero Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Tubeway Army,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deadbeat,
R.M.O.,
Amazonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gories,
The Seeds,
Vainqueur,
Jacques Brel,
Suburban Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Pop Group,
Derrick May,
Bob Dylan,
Nas,
The Doors,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
E-Dancer,
Tommy Roe,
Reuben Wilson,
Idris Muhammad,
Grauzone,
DJ Style,
X-101,
Underground Resistance,
Sex Pistols,
PIL,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.