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 Antigua and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Motorama to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
JFA,
the Association,
AZ,
Von Mondo,
Zero Boys,
Magazine,
the Germs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Wire,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Teasers,
Ultravox,
Radio Birdman,
the Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bad Manners,
The Red Krayola,
Rufus Thomas,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter and Kerry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Althea and Donna,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June of 44,
Lakeside,
Newcleus,
The Remains,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mars,
The Velvet Underground,
Kaleidoscope,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arab on Radar,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
a-ha,
Joy Division,
The Gap Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
EPMD,
Donny Hathaway,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ornette Coleman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aswad,
Surgeon,
The United States of America,
The Dirtbombs,
Juan Atkins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Severed Heads,
Alison Limerick,
Brick,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.