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 Dominican Republic and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Sheep to the jazz 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Kerri Chandler,
Cameo,
Agitation Free,
the Swans,
Minor Threat,
OOIOO,
Kas Product,
Wire,
a-ha,
The Remains,
Lower 48,
Cal Tjader,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scientists,
Reagan Youth,
DNA,
The Smiths,
Funkadelic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter and Kerry,
Thee Headcoats,
Easy Going,
Mission of Burma,
R.M.O.,
Connie Case,
Graham Central Station,
Schoolly D,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fugazi,
the Germs,
Girls At Our Best!,
The United States of America,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tom Boy,
the Slits,
The Mummies,
Scott Walker,
MDC,
Quadrant,
Jeff Lynne,
Laurel Aitken,
Rapeman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Iggy Pop,
Grey Daturas,
the Bar-Kays,
48th St. Collective,
Moebius,
Zapp,
Nik Kershaw,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Red Krayola,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cybotron,
Stetsasonic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.