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 Azerbaijan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 Joe Finger to the jazz 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Bourne,
Symarip,
Slick Rick,
Alison Limerick,
Lucky Dragons,
Buzzcocks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dead C,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rufus Thomas,
Swans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barrington Levy,
Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
Michelle Simonal,
The Motions,
The American Breed,
Sun Ra,
Basic Channel,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
The Litter,
Guru Guru,
Marc Almond,
Howard Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
John Holt,
The Evens,
Mandrill,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blancmange,
AZ,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cure,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Starr,
Brick,
KRS-One,
Blossom Toes,
the Swans,
the Germs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gong,
Agitation Free,
The Fugs,
Moby Grape,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bang On A Can,
Juan Atkins,
Scrapy,
Pantytec,
Todd Terry,
Dual Sessions,
Pylon,
The Index,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.