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 Nigeria 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Scion to the funk 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Real Kids,
Pantytec,
Motorama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Schoolly D,
Swell Maps,
Nas,
Eli Mardock,
Metal Thangz,
Parry Music,
The Modern Lovers,
kango's stein massive,
The Music Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Martian,
Fugazi,
Quantec,
Henry Cow,
Barbara Tucker,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nirvana,
Funkadelic,
Isaac Hayes,
Franke,
David Bowie,
Stiv Bators,
Symarip,
KRS-One,
Rapeman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ludus,
Bob Dylan,
Technova,
The Mummies,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
John Holt,
Intrusion,
Dual Sessions,
The Sonics,
Pantaleimon,
Toni Rubio,
Kenny Larkin,
Liliput,
The Cowsills,
Minnie Riperton,
The Invisible,
Minutemen,
Brick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roger Hodgson,
Lightning Bolt,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.