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 Luxembourg and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Cramps to the crunk 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Spandau Ballet,
Angry Samoans,
Quadrant,
Camouflage,
The Last Poets,
Crash Course in Science,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Desert Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Clear Light,
Arcadia,
DNA,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
CMW,
Ossler,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brass Construction,
Ituana,
La Düsseldorf,
Moebius,
The Monks,
Colin Newman,
The Monochrome Set,
Public Enemy,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Angels of Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABC,
Sällskapet,
Banda Bassotti,
Subhumans,
Rites of Spring,
Ludus,
Matthew Halsall,
Bronski Beat,
Fugazi,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül II,
Surgeon,
Minny Pops,
Brand Nubian,
Zapp,
Yazoo,
Robert Görl,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Section 25,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Infiniti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Khruangbin,
The Zeros,
the Association,
This Heat,
The Gladiators,
Tommy Roe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.