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 Estonia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gong,
Y Pants,
The Mummies,
Mandrill,
Charles Mingus,
the Association,
Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter and Kerry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deadbeat,
Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
Pantytec,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxy Music,
Chrome,
Slick Rick,
The United States of America,
Nas,
OOIOO,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott Heron,
Absolute Body Control,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alphaville,
Monolake,
Vainqueur,
Max Romeo,
John Lydon,
Section 25,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sister Nancy,
Kayak,
The Grass Roots,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zapp,
David McCallum,
Byron Stingily,
Terry Callier,
Severed Heads,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The New Christs,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed,
The Remains,
The Slackers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yazoo,
Cymande,
The Martian,
Trumans Water,
The Real Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
Ludus,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Happenings,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.