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 Pakistan and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Albert Ayler,
Section 25,
Bobby Womack,
Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rosa Yemen,
AZ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roxy Music,
The Five Americans,
Faraquet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Althea and Donna,
Goldenarms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liliput,
the Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
The Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
The Tremeloes,
Quantec,
10cc,
Lebanon Hanover,
Model 500,
The Sonics,
Yellowson,
Zapp,
Agitation Free,
F. McDonald,
The Wake,
Malaria!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Banda Bassotti,
Joe Finger,
Rites of Spring,
The Gladiators,
Cecil Taylor,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
JFA,
Silicon Teens,
Marc Almond,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blossom Toes,
Porter Ricks,
Ultravox,
Soul Sonic Force,
The United States of America,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kenny Larkin,
Alphaville,
The Birthday Party,
Television Personalities,
Todd Terry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.