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 Micronesia and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 DNA to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Trumans Water,
JFA,
Cecil Taylor,
A Certain Ratio,
The Barracudas,
Junior Murvin,
DNA,
The Walker Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funkadelic,
The Golliwogs,
Unwound,
In Retrospect,
The Gories,
Skaos,
The Slits,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül II,
Albert Ayler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Glenn Branca,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eden Ahbez,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sonics,
Von Mondo,
Cheater Slicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Underground Resistance,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Age Steppers,
the Swans,
LL Cool J,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Iggy Pop,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bad Manners,
Gang Starr,
Suicide,
Deepchord,
Rotary Connection,
cv313,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Angels of Light,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ludus,
Boz Scaggs,
The Birthday Party,
Neu!,
Mark Hollis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Michelle Simonal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jawbox,
Eli Mardock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.