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 Ireland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 The Wake to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The Buckinghams,
The Techniques,
John Lydon,
Jacques Brel,
Jacob Miller,
The Neon Judgement,
Oneida,
Television Personalities,
Buzzcocks,
Sugar Minott,
B.T. Express,
New Order,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Black Dice,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ten City,
Magma,
Quantec,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deepchord,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oblivians,
Rekid,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glambeats Corp.,
June Days,
Subhumans,
Altered Images,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gladiators,
Skarface,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Music Machine,
The Remains,
Henry Cow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Green,
Funky Four + One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Terry,
Visage,
Ultravox,
The Residents,
The Barracudas,
The Beau Brummels,
Nas,
Adolescents,
Unrelated Segments,
Goldenarms,
The American Breed,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
Brothers Johnson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Moody Blues,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Infiniti,
Dave Gahan,
Panda Bear,
Harry Pussy,
Arab on Radar,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.