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 Lesotho and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Groovy Waters,
The Grass Roots,
The Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Terry,
Massinfluence,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gories,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skriet,
New Order,
Kenny Larkin,
Connie Case,
One Last Wish,
Camberwell Now,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra,
Cybotron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mars,
The Smiths,
Wire,
Sonic Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lindisfarne,
Porter Ricks,
Pierre Henry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
The Mummies,
The Fall,
Robert Hood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blake Baxter,
The Happenings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moebius,
Boz Scaggs,
Camouflage,
The Fuzztones,
Toni Rubio,
Don Cherry,
Magma,
The Raincoats,
The Slackers,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun City Girls,
Crime,
Nico,
Lucky Dragons,
Ronan,
Marmalade,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.