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 Macedonia and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wire to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Underground Resistance,
Lalann,
Amon Düül,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Talk Talk,
The Skatalites,
Agitation Free,
Motorama,
Mr. Review,
Electric Prunes,
John Holt,
The Last Poets,
Supertramp,
Erasure,
The Dead C,
Cecil Taylor,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Clarke,
Au Pairs,
Ponytail,
Rekid,
The Slackers,
Black Flag,
The Velvet Underground,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eve St. Jones,
Pole,
New York Dolls,
T. Rex,
Ten City,
Pulsallama,
Metal Thangz,
The Vogues,
Half Japanese,
Yazoo,
The Offenders,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers,
Monks,
Byron Stingily,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Livin' Joy,
Skaos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Doors,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Coltrane,
Magma,
Brick,
The Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick Morgan,
Anthony Braxton,
Grauzone,
Tommy Roe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.