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 Uganda and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 KRS-One to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June Days,
the Association,
Eddi Front,
Minutemen,
Freddie Wadling,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roger Hodgson,
Heaven 17,
48th St. Collective,
The American Breed,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minor Threat,
Lyres,
DJ Style,
Slick Rick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Au Pairs,
The Residents,
Minnie Riperton,
Jacques Brel,
Eve St. Jones,
Scrapy,
Lou Christie,
Gerry Rafferty,
Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Buckinghams,
Monolake,
Cecil Taylor,
Godley & Creme,
The Cure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minny Pops,
Television Personalities,
Jeff Mills,
The Blues Magoos,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Lynne,
Rosa Yemen,
Charles Mingus,
Hoover,
Lindisfarne,
The Slits,
The Grass Roots,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suicide,
Sight & Sound,
DNA,
Bobby Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
EPMD,
The Angels of Light,
Ronan,
OOIOO,
Ten City,
Terry Callier,
Connie Case,
Harry Pussy,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.