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 Canada and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pantaleimon to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
John Cale,
Country Teasers,
Anthony Braxton,
Flipper,
One Last Wish,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skarface,
Franke,
Liliput,
Sonny Sharrock,
New York Dolls,
The Moleskins,
Symarip,
EPMD,
Aloha Tigers,
The Standells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DNA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cymande,
Flash Fearless,
Hardrive,
Boz Scaggs,
Roger Hodgson,
Mission of Burma,
The Black Dice,
Kool Moe Dee,
Motorama,
Pantaleimon,
Fluxion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Leaves,
Jawbox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ituana,
Black Flag,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yaz,
T.S.O.L.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
L. Decosne,
Nirvana,
Lightning Bolt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dave Gahan,
Gong,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Albert Ayler,
Masters at Work,
Technova,
Barrington Levy,
Erykah Badu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pole,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.