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 Malta and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Radio Birdman to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Monolake,
EPMD,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Neon Judgement,
Dave Gahan,
Maurizio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June Days,
The Searchers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
JFA,
Althea and Donna,
Babytalk,
Pantytec,
Tears for Fears,
Flipper,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Davy DMX,
Buzzcocks,
Deakin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scratch Acid,
The Trojans,
Deepchord,
Albert Ayler,
Brothers Johnson,
Little Man,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sight & Sound,
Derrick May,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wings,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moleskins,
Ponytail,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Germs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alton Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Rod Modell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris Corsano,
Guru Guru,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joey Negro,
Junior Murvin,
Henry Cow,
Ice-T,
Nas,
Black Moon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Reuben Wilson,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.